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I woke early that morning.

A great thought pressing upon me.

I had made my decision.

I knew what I wanted,

and today I would seize it.

Fortune favoured the brave.

Didn't it?

It's absolutely perfect toast.

Mr. Ryder, I want to hear your thoughts on the book I lent you.

I've made little progress.

What is it that you're reading?

You won't know it.

It is far too trivial for her tastes.

Would you like the preserves, Miss Bennet?

-I recommend the strawberry. -Thank you.

The marmalade is most excellent.

Mr. Hayward, I am heartened to see you out in public so soon after your...

disappointment with Miss Baxter.

The whole situation was so publicly played out

I would have hidden myself away for a year at least,

with the humiliation of it all.

-You are brave. -On the contrary.

Things can happen to any of us, can't they?

Kippers, Miss Bingley?

-Pass the coffee pot. -It's empty.

It's quite hard to imagine that later today, we will see the sea.

But I think I might be the first in my family to climb a mountain.

-I think you're right. -It will not disappoint, Miss Bennet.

I can assure you that.

It's extraordinary to think

that we'll be following in Mr. Wordsworth's steps.

-That we'll stand where he stood-- -She stood, actually.

It was his sister that climbed Scafell.

And so, our little party has expanded.

Yes.

I know it is not polite of me to say,

but I do not care much for Miss Bingley.

Nor I.

I get the feeling that, at any moment,

she might ask me to fetch her coat or polish her shoes.

Well, you'd have to be in possession of 10,000 a year

to win the good opinion of Caroline Bingley.

Do you think money is important, Miss Bennet?

You know, Lizzy used to say

that it was only when she caught sight of Pemberley

that she realised how much she loved Mr. Darcy.

6-1 odds on Slim and Sprightly at the 4:20 in York next Tuesday.

-On the flat? -Yes.

Well, it's a shame it isn't Newmarket,

but you must surely take the odds.

That I will, Miss Bennet, and so must you.

-Yes. -Mr. Hurst.

Oh, what a good idea.

Okay, give me strength.

Yeah.

Put some effort into it, Hayward.

You could do with loosening up.

That's it.

Tom.

I wondered whether you and I might find some time to discuss

this legal matter today.

Of course.

-I'd be delighted. -Come along.

The mountain will not wait.

Let's go.

-It's rather marvellous. -Miss Bingley. Steady on. Steady on.

Miss Bennet.

Here.

-Honeysuckle. -Yes.

-Very poisonous to dogs. -But not bears.

Not bears. Dogs and humans.

It's funny, although it's called honeysuckle,

if you were to suckle on the berries they would leave you quite sick.

Fascinating.

I mean, no, what I meant to say was, thank you.

My pleasure.

Miss Bennet?

I picked this for you.

-A primrose. -The last two primroses of the season.

One for you and one for Miss Bingley.

Very thoughtful.

You must have a fact about primroses, Miss Bennet.

I shall have to think...

The first to eat a primrose, they say, will be the first to marry.

-Could you imagine? -It's silly.

-They have hairy undersides. -I beg your pardon?

Primrose leaves.

I see.

There's also something about fairies.

I probably should have led... led with... with that.

Miss Bennet, you always make me see the world in a new light.

Shall we?

Gosh, there's... a lot of sheep faeces.

Glorious.

More. More.

I do hope the Hursts are not finding it too taxing.

Yes.

I offered Mrs. Hurst my arm when we forded the stream,

but she brushed me off quite brusquely.

She obviously possesses the same gentle charm as her sister.

Look at this.

-Isn't it marvellous? -It really, really is.

I think we'll have to accompany the Hursts back down.

-Really? -They have no wish to continue.

But unfortunately, no recollection of the path we walked to get here.

Well, can't they just head downwards?

Well, the inn will be peaceful this afternoon.

Everyone will be out.

Very good.

We shouldn't risk the Hursts getting lost.

No.

Are you happy to continue without us, Mary?

Of course.

I want to hear all about the view when you return.

And take good care of her, won't you?

I will.

-I'll race you down. -You're on.

Onwards we go.

Thank you.

7Mr. Ryder, perhaps Miss Bingley is in greater need...

-Wait for me. -...of your assistance.

That way lies the Solway Firth, and then...

Scotland.

And then beyond that?

Beyond that...

is the sea.

What would your mother say...

if she could see you now.

She would likely tell me that the winds have ruined my hair.

The vastness of the landscape...

almost overwhelming.

It is here.

It reminds me how small and insignificant we are.

How in the blink of an eye, we, everything that we have created will be gone.

Do you think there's a lesson here, Miss Bennet?

That during our short time on this Earth, we should be brave.

Follow our hearts.

Perhaps there is.

Perhaps now would be a good time to continue our conversation

from the boat yesterday.

Well, I...

-Yes. -Yes.

Though I...

Though I spend so much of my time absorbed in poetry,

when it comes to my own emotions, I--

Well, I do not always find it easy knowing where to begin.

-Oh, same. -Yes.

Miss Bennet.

Mary.

I am most glad that we were able to see this.

To be here together.

As am I.

You know that I've grown so fond of you.

So fond of you during our time together.

And I you, yes.

There is no one I long to talk to like I do you.

No one.

No one who makes me feel more like me.

-If that makes any sense at all. -It does.

It does. Yes, it... No, it absolutely does, yes.

Yes.

-I wondered if you might-- -Tom.

If, if I might?

-Tom, I beg a word with you. -William, please give us a moment.

We were just in the middle of a conversation, yes.

I'm afraid I really must insist. I'll be brief.

It is very important.

We will continue.

Oh, yes.

Now, Tom, we must discuss my financial affairs.

You see, there has been a development...

Do you know what legal matter

Mr. Ryder wished to speak to Mr. Hayward about so urgently?

Something to do with his aunt,

Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

Anyway, I appreciate it.

That could not wait?

Evidently not.

Excuse us. Business talk, I'm afraid.

And is the matter resolved?

Yes.

Yes, I'd say it is.

Sit.

Would you like an egg?

Now, where were we?

What were you saying, Mr. Hayward, when... Mr. Ryder came over?

I'm sorry.

I cannot do this anymore.

My own circumstances have changed.

What has happened?

Please forgive me.

Miss Bennet.

Mr. Hayward?

Miss Bennet.

Shall we take in the views

and see what inspiration Wordsworth can give us?

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay.

I think that might be the inn.

It's moving.

Or a sheep.

How does Mr. Hayward seem to you?

Is he quite all right?

Mr. Hayward? I think so.

Mr. Ryder, Mr. Hayward, a word.

-One moment. -Now.

Mr. Hayward.

...it looks like double terrain, or this.

Understood.

We need to make our way down the mountain.

-What? -Why?

-What has happened? -There's a storm coming in.

But we've only just arrived,

and we need to rest before heading back down.

Nevertheless, a storm is brewing.

We need to start our descent immediately.

How does he know?

He says there's been a change in the air.

But I can't feel it.

Well, he can. And he is our guide.

So we should leave.

-I was only saying I could not-- -Please.

Let us gather our things up.

Hayward, I don't think we need to leave immediately.

Earlier, it seemed as though a storm was brewing and nothing happened.

Yes. And this guide is not the sharpest fellow I've ever met.

So I say we stay here a little longer.

He knows the skies and he knows the area, Miss Bingley.

What do you think, Miss Bennet?

Can you imagine what it would be like

to experience a storm from up here?

-To watch it come in. -Yes, that would be quite unforgettable.

And did Wordsworth himself not tell us that

no traveller should grudge a little inconvenience

to witness such a sight as a storm.

It is a privilege

to witness such a demonstration of nature's power.

I am not sure what privilege there is in being soaked to the skin.

A little rain is of no concern to me.

Well, you are not the only person here.

I think we should stay a while longer,

and I think we should experience the storm just as Wordsworth did.

That is the spirit, Miss Bennet.

But our guide has told us that we should leave.

Miss Bennet, I appeal to your rational mind.

Right. I am leaving this minute and I suggest you follow,

or else I will inform the others they have a rather long wait for you.

Has he just left us?

I believe he has.

This is not like you at all.

It is I who has changed, is it?

Yes.

Well, perhaps I'm... I'm tired of my old character.

-I wish to try a new one. -I'm sorry to hear that.

I was fond of the old Mary.

I shall be sure to tell her that,

for she has wondered many times today what your true feelings were.

Sometimes in life, we must seize the moment and we must...

finish what we set out to do without letting anything get in our way.

I am sorry to have disappointed you.

"There was a roaring in the wind all night,

"The rain came heavy and fell in floods."

Quite extraordinary.

-I think, perhaps, now we should go. -Magnificent!

Nevertheless, I think we should head back.

Is this not the most extraordinary sight you've ever laid eyes upon?

We need to move quickly!

-Come on. -We can head down now.

What it is to be alive, eh?

I'm sorry.

Please stay close.

I told Mrs. Gardiner I would look after you. I intend to keep my word.

It's very slippery.

Tread carefully. I'll go on ahead and find the safest way down.

Hayward, don't worry. I know the route.

Mr. Ryder!

Mr. Ryder!

Miss Bennet!

Miss Bennet!

-Miss Bingley! -Help me!

-Can you move? -No, I don't think so.

Please go and get help.

I do not know where Ryder or Hayward are.

Here, let me.

Be careful!

-Be careful! -I'm trying. I'm trying.

Stop! Stop!

-Put your arm around me. -Oh, thank God.

All right? All right?

I cannot feel my foot.

Don't walk on the stones. They're slippery.

Miss Bennet!

Miss Bennet!

Miss Bingley.

-She fell. She fell. She's hurt. -Miss Bingley! Miss Bingley!

-I can help. -I've got her, Miss Bennet.

Do you know how I would feel if anything were to happen to you?

-Oh, it hurts. -Hold on, Miss Bingley.

They're taking too long. Do you think something's happened?

I'm sure they're fine.

I should go and look for them.

There they are.

I'm so sorry. I lost you all on the way down.

Miss Bingley is badly hurt. We must get her inside.

We've had to carry her down the mountain.

Oh, Mary.

Mary.

-My foot... -Miss Bennet.

-Get her inside. -Miss Bennet.

Let me. Let me. Let me.

-Hurry. -You're okay.

Miss Bennet, you're okay.

Thank you.

What did the doctor say?

Any change?

Not as yet.

You should get some rest, Tom.

Mary?

Mary, are you awake?

Oh, Tom. Tom!

-Is she awake? -I think so.

Let me fetch the doctor.

She's doing well and she's going to make a full recovery.

Thank you.

-Safe travels! -Thank you.

And so it was that Mr. Hayward left The Lakes.

A trip that had promised so much,

had delivered very little.

He didn't return to London.

I did not know when I would see him again.

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