All language subtitles for Belgravia.S01E01.HDTV.x264-MTB

'It was certainly a city

right at the
centre of things,

'brim-full of tourists,
bustling with activity.

'And no-one would have guessed
that the Emperor Napoleon

'was on the march

'and might encamp by the edge
of the town at any moment.

'But then, the past, as we
have been told so many times,

'is a strange country.'

Do come on. I'm going
as fast as I can, Miss.

Don't be so feeble. Hurry!

Can I help you ladies?

I am here to see my father,
Mr Trenchard.

You stay here.

Who the devil
has come to interrupt me...

Captain Cooper, you must excuse me.
That's all very well, Trenchard...

Trenchard?
Mr Trenchard.

But we must have the flour
by tonight.

And I promise I will do
my level best, Captain.

Now, if you'll just wait
outside for a moment.

Have you got them?

Three. One for you, one
for Mama and one for me.

I suppose Lord Bellasis
will be dining there,

before the ball?

She is his aunt.
Of course.

Edmund says there's to be a
supper sometime after midnight.

Don't call him Edmund
to anyone but me.

Now go to your mother. She'll
need every minute to prepare.

It's too late to have
anything made.

But not too late to have
things brought up to scratch.

She won't want to go.
She will, because she must.

Well... when shall we
tell her the rest of it?

Not yet. It must all
be properly managed.

We must take our
lead from him. Now go.

And send that
blithering idiot back in.

We won't know a soul there.
Papa knows these people.

He'll know officers
who come to his

place of work to
give him orders.

And they will be very surprised
to find they're sharing a ballroom

with a man who supplies
their men with bread and ale.

I hope you won't take
this tone with Lord Bellasis.

Beware of castles in the air,
my darling.

Of course, you won't believe him
capable of honourable intentions.

He is the eldest son
of an earl, my child.

He cannot choose his wife
to suit his heart.

You have enjoyed
a flirtation that

has harmed neither
of you, so far,

but it must end,

before there is
damaging talk, Sophia,

or you will be
the one to suffer.

And it doesn't
tell you anything?

That he has secured us
invitations to his aunt's ball?

It tells me
that you're a lovely girl

and he wishes to please you.

He couldn't have managed it
in London,

but in Brussels everything
is coloured by war.

And so, the normal rules
do not apply.

You mean that
by the normal rules

we are not acceptable as company
for the Duchess's friends?

That is exactly what I mean
and you know it to be true.

Papa would not agree.

Your father has
travelled a long way

and so he does not see
the natural barriers

that will prevent him
from going much further.

Be content with who we are.

Your father has done well.
Don't look down on us.

You're the one
who looks down.

The schoolmaster's daughter
who was too good

for her market
trader husband.

I don't look down on anyone!
Least of all your father.

I do not care to place myself

in situations
I don't feel comfortable.

You see, that to me,
is another kind of snobbery!

Am I too early, Ma'am?
No, no, Ellis. Come in.

We're finished here, aren't
we? If you say so, Mama.

We've been asked to the
Duchess of Richmond's ball.

Never!

That is, we should make a
decision about your gown, Ma'am.

I'll need some time,
if it's to be just so.

Miss Sophia seems, um...

excited.

I expect Lord Bellasis arranged
the tickets for the ball?

It may have been
the Duke of Wellington.

Mr Trenchard
is a great favourite of his

and the ball is being
given in the Duke's honour.

Yes. That must be it, ma'am.

She told you,
then? He's done it.

Thank you, Ellis.
If you could come back later.

What a chance it is. The
Duke himself will be there.

Two dukes, for that matter.

My commander
and our hostess' husband.

Reigning princes, too.

James Trenchard, who started
at a stall in Covent Garden,

must get himself ready
to dance with a princess.

You will do no such thing.
You would embarrass us both.

We'll see.
I mean it.

It's bad enough
that you encourage Sophia.

Anne, I believe
the boy is sincere.

I'm sure of it, in fact.

You are nothing of the sort.

Lord Bellasis, himself, might
even think he's sincere.

He is not his own master

and nothing proper
can come of it.

How strange that we should
be discussing a ball

when we're on the brink
of war. How ridiculous.

I don't agree. With that,
or about Lord Bellasis.

Just know this,

if Sophia comes to any harm
through this nonsense

I will hold you
personally responsible.

Very well.

And as for blackmailing him

into begging his aunt
for invitations,

I feel so humiliated.
Anne, you won't spoil this.

I won't allow you to.
I don't need to.

It will spoil itself.

I hope this isn't a mistake.

Too late for
that sort of talk.

What's so funny?

Only that we came to Brussels
to escape Society

and now we appear to be
giving the ball of the season.

The Duke insisted.

He said we needed to show
that nothing Boney could do,

could rattle the British.

Edmund! You're the
very first. How nice.

I thought I'd come early
to lend you support.

I must say, Aunt,

you've made these dreary
rooms feel very splendid.

No-one would know people were
choosing which coach to buy in here,

only a few months ago.

Mr and Mrs James Trenchard.
Miss Sophia Trenchard.

You've not invited the
Magician? What do you mean?

He's Wellington's
main supplier.

What's he doing here?

The Duke of
Wellington's victualler?

I've invited a merchant
supplier to my ball?

My dear aunt,
you've invited one

of the Duke's
most loyal helpers

in his fight for victory.
You have tricked me, Edmund.

And I do not like
to be made a fool of.

I hope your mother isn't
going to be cross with me.

This is good of you, Duchess.
Not at all, Mrs Trenchard.

I gather you've been
so kind to my nephew.

It's always a pleasure
to see Lord Bellasis.

All those young men, so
far from home, poor things.

Well, if it isn't
our Magician.

Good evening, um, your, um,
Great, Great, um...

Duke. May I present
my daughter, Sophia?

Miss Trenchard, may I
escort you into the ballroom?

I thought you'd never
get here. Don't be silly.

We're very early.

An hour away from you
is like a lifetime.

You read that in a book.

Can Edmund really be serious?

The mother isn't
too ridiculous,

the father is
simply grotesque.

I'll talk to Edmund later on.

Wait until the ball is over
and the girl is gone.

And pray Caroline never
finds out I invited her here.

His Royal Highness,
the Prince of Orange.

Why don't you call
him Your Grace?

Your Grace is for servants
and officials.

Not for a private party.

But I've always called the
Duke of Wellington Your Grace.

Because you are his victualler.
Then I shouldn't do it tonight?

If you hadn't
procured our invitations,

you wouldn't be in this
invidious position now.

What brings the Magician
here tonight?

The Duchess invited us.
Did she, indeed?

And has the evening
been enjoyable so far?

Yes, Your Grace.

But there has been
a good deal of talk

about the advance
of Bonaparte.

Well, that's why
we're so late.

It looks as if
we'll be off tomorrow.

Am I to understand, the
charming lady is Mrs Trenchard?

Your calm is very
reassuring, Duke. Ponsonby.

Are you acquainted
with the Magician?

I spend a good deal of time
outside Mr Trenchard's office,

waiting to plead the cause
of my men.

Mrs Trenchard, may I
present Sir William Ponsonby?

Ponsonby,
this is the Magician's wife.

I hope he's kinder to you
than he is to me.

A splendid touch, Duchess.

My father did raise the
Gordon Highlanders after all,

so how could their
Commanding Officer refuse?

How indeed?

Have some, if you'd like to.

My mother is coming
to break us apart.

Why is she so against me?

She's convinced nothing good
can come of it.

Well, then we shall
prove her wrong.

You mustn't let Sophia
monopolise you, Lord Bellasis.

You must have
many friends here

who would be glad of the
chance to hear your news.

Never fear, Mrs Trenchard.
I am where I want to be.

That is all very
well, my lord.

But Sophia
has a reputation to protect

and the courtesy
of your attention

may be putting it at risk.

I wish you would give me credit
for a little sense, Mama.

I wish I could.

My lords, ladies and
gentleman, supper is served.

You, Magician. Come with us.

Your Royal Highnesses,
your Graces,

my Lords, ladies
and gentlemen,

much as I regret to interrupt the
Duchess' wonderful entertainments,

I must ask those of you in
uniform to prepare to leave.

The moment is almost upon us.

May we have the room for a moment?
Ponsonby, you have the map?

I do indeed.

Orange has had a message
from Baron Rebecque.

Bonaparte has pushed up the
road from Charleroi to Brussels

and he's getting nearer.

I've given orders for the army
to concentrate at Quatre Bras,

but we shall not
stop him there.

You may. You have
some hours before daylight.

If I do not, then I shall
have to fight him here.

At Waterloo. I shall
need your help, Magician.

We will not fail
for lack of supplies.

You're a bright
man, Trenchard.

You must use your talents
well when the wars are done.

I believe you have
the potential to go far.

Your Grace is very kind.

But don't be distracted
by the gewgaws of society.

You're cleverer than that,
or should be.

Enough.

Let us get ready.

I must go to the depot.

I'll put you and Sophia in
the carriage and I'll walk.

Is it the final struggle?
I think so.

We've told ourselves every skirmish
was the last battle for years,

but this time I truly believe
it is. Where is Sophia?

At least no-one will remember
their folly and indiscretion.

Just bring her to
the door, my dear,

whilst I fetch the shawls.

Don't be silly, my darling,
nothing can happen to us,

we are the luckiest
couple alive!

We're the most in love.

And when I get back,

we'll laugh at your fears and
make merry. I give you my word.

And no gentleman
would break his word.

Precisely.

Sophia...

Take care of her.

What is it? You knew
he must go. It's not that.

My dear, you must
control yourself.

Come with me. Quickly.

Go now. I will
return when I can.

How long can it go on?
Until one side is victorious.

But I don't believe
it can last much longer now.

If Papa had sent news,
you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

Of course, but he'll be
far too busy to think of us.

If Napoleon wins,

should we escape before
his troops sack the city?

Oliver, dear, will you run
and fetch Mama a shawl?

You mustn't frighten him.

How can you be so calm?

What option is open to me?

I want to run into the street
and scream.

Be my guest.
I doubt anyone would notice.

But while you're there...

just pray they
come home safe.

I was beginning to wonder

if I was ever going
to see you again.

We've done it.

Boney's on the run.

I say again, thank God.

There's more news.

Not everyone
came through the fighting.

So I should
imagine, poor souls.

The Duke of
Brunswick is dead.

Lord Hay, Sir
William Ponsonby...

Well, we should
pray for them.

I feel our presence there that
night ties us to them all.

Indeed.

Indeed...

There is another
casualty that...

you won't have
to imagine a link with.

Viscount Bellasis.

Don't say so. Do not say so.

Are they sure?
I went to the battlefield.

After the fighting
was finally over.

And a very awful
sight it was, too.

Bodies everywhere,
groans from the wounded...

scavengers
picking at the corpses...

Why did you go?

Business.

Why do I ever do anything?

I had to quantify
what had been lost.

I heard Bellasis was
on the list of fatalities.

I asked to see him. So...

yes, I'm sure.

How is Sophia?

A shadow of
herself since the ball.

No doubt dreading
the very news

which now we must take her.

I will tell her.

I, I think it must be me.
I am her mother.

No. I will tell her.

You can go to her afterwards.
Where is she?

In the garden.

Mrs Trenchard.

The Duchess of Bedford
is expecting me.

Mrs James Trenchard.

Mrs Trenchard,
how good of you to come.

The Duke tells me
that Mr Trenchard

was most anxious
that you should.

The Duke has always been good
to Mr Trenchard, Duchess.

Now, do you know anyone here?

Please don't worry.
I shall manage perfectly.

I am so interested by your
invention of afternoon tea.

It does seem to
have taken wing.

Your Grace.
Please excuse me?

Thank you.

Well saved.

Really,
what is this new-fangled tea?

It's not that I dislike
a light nuncheon

to carry one through to dinner,
but why can't one sit at a table?

I think the point
is that one isn't trapped.

We can all move about
and talk to whom we like.

Well, I'd like
to talk to you.

Mrs Trenchard,

let me introduce you to
Mrs Carver and Mrs Shute.

They are so anxious to know you.
Aren't you going to introduce me?

This is the Dowager
Duchess of Richmond.

May I present Mrs
James Trenchard?

And now, please let me introduce
you to Mrs Carver and Mrs Shute.

Don't snatch her away.
I think I know Mrs Trenchard.

You've a wonderful
memory, Duchess.

I would have thought I was
changed past all recognition,

but you're right,
we have met.

I was at your ball, in
Brussels, before Waterloo.

You were at the famous ball?!
I was.

But I thought you
had only lately...

I must see if everyone
has what they want.

I remember you well.

I'm impressed, if you do.

Of course, we didn't really
know each other, did we?

No.

My husband and I
were wished upon you.

I remember.

My late nephew was in
love with your daughter.

Perhaps. She was
certainly in love with him.

How is your
daughter these days?

You see, I remember,
she was a beauty.

What became of her?

Like Lord Bellasis,
Sophia is dead.

Not many months
after the ball.

So, she never married?
No. She never married.

I'm sorry.

Truly.

Funnily enough,
I remember her quite well.

A real beauty.

Do you have other children?
Yes.

A son, Oliver, but...

But Sophia
was the child of your heart.

I know we're supposed
to support the fiction

that we love
all our children equally...

I don't even try. I am fond
of some of my children,

on reasonably good terms
with most of the rest,

but, I have two
I actively dislike.

How many are there?
14.

Heavens.

So, the Richmond dukedom
is safe. It would seem so.

Well, I have stayed too long
and I will pay for it.

I've enjoyed our talk,
Mrs Trenchard,

as a nice reminder
of more exciting times.

But I suppose this is the
advantage of the pick-up,

put-down tea.

We may go when we please.

I wish you and your
family well, my dear...

whatever sides
we may once have been on.

I say the same
to you, Duchess.

You had a lot to
say to my sister.

Our hostess tells
me that you were

at the famous
ball in Brussels.

I was, Lady Brockenhurst.

Yes. I am Lady Brockenhurst.

And you are Mrs Trenchard,

I think. I'm flattered
you've heard of me.

I certainly have.

These are too
delicious to resist.

It feels strange
to eat at this time,

but I suppose we will still
want dinner when it comes.

Please...

Tell me, why were
you at the ball?

Did you know
my sister and her husband?

No. Not really.

I'd always heard of you both

as the Duke of Wellington's
victualler and his wife.

Seeing you here today, I
wonder if I was misinformed.

No. The report was
accurate enough.

Is Mr Trenchard
still supplying

foodstuffs to his customers?

He... must be
very good at it.

He went into partnership with
Mr Cubitt and his brother,

when we returned from Brussels.
He manages their projects.

The great Thomas
Cubitt? Heavens.

I assume he was no longer a
ship's carpenter by that time?

You're right.
He started as a carpenter,

but he devised
a new method for building.

He undertook to employ all
the different trades involved,

bricklayers, plasterers.

So, the people he worked for...
Had only to give the commission.

He and his brother
saw to everything.

Very impressive.

They were building
the London Institution

in Finsbury Circus
when they met Mr Trenchard.

I remember
the Institution being opened.

We find it magnificent.

After that, they worked
on Tavistock Square

and various other ventures.
Until they built Belgravia.

This spangled city for the
rich, where we all live now.

Well, what a story.

You are a woman of the
New Age, Mrs Trenchard.

I hope I do not offend you.
Not in the least.

As for why we
were at the ball...

we were friendly with
a favourite of your sister

and he got us invited.
And, who was this favourite?

Might I have known him?

Come, Mrs Trenchard,
don't be bashful. Please.

You knew him very well.

It was Lord Bellasis.

And you? Did you
know my son well?

Mrs Trenchard, would
you like to come and meet...

Forgive me, my dear, Mrs
Trenchard and I are talking.

So, you were saying?

Only that my daughter knew Lord
Bellasis better than we did.

Brussels was quite a hothouse
at that time.

We none of us knew
what was coming.

The enslavement of England,
or a British victory.

The uncertainty created
an atmosphere that was...

heady, wild and exciting.

And the knowledge
must have hung in the air

that some of those smiling,

young men would
not be coming home.

Yes.

They must have enjoyed it...

the glamour and the danger,

because danger is glamorous
when you're young.

So, where is she now?

Sophia died.

Now that I did not know.

It was quite soon
after the battle,

so a long time ago now.

I'm so sorry.

Everyone claims to understand
what you're going through,

but I do.

And I've learned
that it never goes away.

Oddly, I find
that comforting.

They say misery loves
company. And perhaps it does.

So, you remember Edmund?

Very well.

He would come to the house
with the other young people.

He was very
popular, charming.

Good-looking and
funny as could be.

Yes. All that and more.

Do you have other children?
I'm so sorry.

I remember now, you do not.
Please forgive me.

No. When we go, there
will be nothing left of us.

Not a trace.

But we are proud of Edmund
still. Of course you are.

I'm going now, Mrs Trenchard.

I've enjoyed our talk
more than I anticipated.

Who told you I'd be here?

No-one. I...

I asked our hostess who it
was speaking with my sister

and she told me your name.
I was curious.

I've spoken of you and
your daughter so many times,

it seemed a shame to miss
the chance of a meeting.

I hope you're not sorry.

I'm glad.

You've made me feel
like I've seen him again...

dancing and flirting and
having fun in his last hours.

I like to think of that.

I will think of that.

So, thank you.

What was Mr Wilkie like?
Civil enough.

A year after he
painted my portrait,

he painted the young Queen
at her first Council meeting.

You'd have to pay twice
what I gave to get him now.

You only encourage
her to beg.

Mama, you know I was alone
all afternoon?

I'm sure there are plenty of things
that could use your attention.

That's not the point.

What I mean is I could have
easily accompanied you

if I'd been told
where you were going.

But you weren't invited. What
difference does that make?

Most women would have replied
saying they'd be happy to accept

and they'll bring their daughter.
You're not my daughter.

She is your
daughter-in-law, Mother,

which would mean the same as
daughter in any other house.

I don't think I would be justified
in taking someone, anyone,

to the house of a woman
I barely know.

A Duchess you barely know
and I don't know at all.

So, who was there?
Anyone interesting?

I talked to the old
Duchess of Richmond.

We reminisced about our time
in Brussels at the ball.

Yes?
Her sister was there, too.

You mean the mother of...
Yes.

Did you speak with her?
Yes.

And what did she say?
I'll tell you later.

We mustn't bore
Oliver and Susan.

I'm only bored,
because I wasn't there.

I didn't see you
at the office today, Oliver.

I didn't come in.
Why not?

I went to inspect the work
at Chapel Street.

Why have you made the houses
so small?

Won't it put a dent in the profits?
When you develop an area,

you must build
for the whole picture.

You can't only have palaces.
You must house the supporters

of the princes
who live in the palaces,

their clerks and managers
and upper servants.

Then there must be a mews
for the coaches and coachmen.

They all take space,
but it is space well used.

Have you given any more thought
to where we might live, Father?

Well, I'd be happy
to give you the pick

of anything empty
in Chester Row.

Aren't they a little poky?

She's right. They're
too small for entertaining

and I suppose I have a position
to keep up, as your son.

They're less poky than the first
house I shared with your mother.

I have been brought up differently
from the way you began your lives.

If I have grander
expectations,

it is you who have
given them to me.

Well, well.

We seem to be failing
on every count tonight.

We'll be at Glanville next
month. I hope you'll come down.

Perhaps you might stay
for a week or two?

We will if we can.

It's such a way.
Well, what about you, Oliver?

You've always loved
Glanville. That is true.

But I'm, er, I'm afraid Susan
is not a good traveller.

I'm ashamed to admit it,
but he's right.

Two hours in a carriage and
it takes me a day to recover.

So, three days in a carriage
must be a trial, indeed.

I hate to disappoint you
when I know you love it so.

I suppose I feel
I brought it back to life.

And in return, the house
brought me back to life.

After Sophia's
death, you mean?

I'm going up.

Don't stay too
long over your port.

The servants
need to get in.

Can't you control her?

Apparently not.

"Not Chester Row," she says,

as if he'd threatened her
with cholera.

"It's much too poky
for fine folks like we."

And you should have seen
the look the Master got

when he suggested
Mr Oliver did a hand's turn!

I hope there's nothing untoward
on display in this room.

No, Mr Turton.

Mr and Mrs Trenchard
pay our wages and for that,

they are entitled to be
treated with respect, Morris.

Yes, Mr Turton.

Of course, they're not
what they like to pretend,

it's only the more obvious
when they're alone.

Mr Trenchard is respectable,

polite and honest to
deal with, Mr Turton.

Mr Myles is the Master's valet,
Mr Turton, so he must know.

I've known far worse in

households
headed by a coronet.

I don't like to
disagree, Mr Myles,

but my sympathies
are with Mr Oliver.

They've brought him up
as a gentleman,

but now they seem to resent
him for wanting to be one.

Why should Mr Oliver
ask for houses and estates

that are grander
than his parents'?

What's he done to earn them?
That's what I'd like to know.

Gentlemen don't earn
their houses, Mr Myles.

They inherit them.
I agree.

Why shouldn't Mrs Oliver have
a decent house to entertain?

She's brought enough money
to the table.

It's illogical for the Master

to force them to live
in a rabbit hutch.

I'm sorry to say
it, Miss Speer,

and I'm glad you think her
a good employer,

but I find Mrs Oliver
very hard to please.

She's got a point.

You'd think she was
an Infanta of Spain

with all her airs and graces.

But I've never had any
trouble with the Mistress.

She's straightforward and
I've no reason to complain.

I am glad to hear it.

We must feel some sympathy
for the Master.

It's hard to get the trick
of it in a single generation.

I agree with you
there, Miss Ellis.

We don't see these things
in the same way, Mr Turton,

we'll have to
agree to differ.

Of course you can't tell her!
What are you talking about?

But when she said, "There'll
be nothing left of us."

You'd have been
as touched as I was.

What, so you'd like the idea

that Sophia should be
remembered as a... as a harlot?

I would ask her
to keep the secret.

Of course I couldn't
force her, but...

do we have a
right to hide from

her that she has a grandson?

We've hidden it for more than
a quarter of a century.

I forbid it.

I will not have the memory
of our daughter defaced.

Certainly not by
her own mother.

And get that
dog off the bed!

What is it?

I'm going to have a child.

What?

When?

The end of February, I think.

Don't you know?
The end of February.

Do I have Lord Bellasis
to thank for this?

You foolish,
stupid, stupid fool.

How did it happen? How... how
could you have let it happen?

I thought we were married.

Didn't you know you needed
your father's permission

for it to be legal?
You're only 18!

Papa gave his permission.

Your...

your father knew?

He knew that Edmund
wanted to marry me

before he went back to the
fighting and he gave permission.

Edmund found a
parson to marry us

in a little chapel
near the city.

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

May we kiss?
With my blessing.

Are we truly married?
Most definitely.

Then we left and went
back to his lodgings.

That's when it happened.

I assume the
ceremony was false?

I never suspected it,
not for a moment.

Edmund spoke of his love
and our future,

right up until the moment we
were leaving his aunt's ball

on the night of the battle.
So, when did you find out?

As we came out
into the street...

there was a group
of mounted officers,

in the uniforms of
the 52nd Light Infantry,

Edmund's regiment...

And?

One of them was the parson
who had married us.

He was a soldier.

A friend of Edmund's,

who turned his collar
round to deceive me!

Now I understand what put you
in such a state that night.

I thought it was simply

Lord Bellasis
leaving for the battle.

The moment I saw the man
I knew I'd been duped.

I was not heading
for a golden future.

I was a stupid girl who'd
been used as a streetwalker.

I suppose I clung to the idea
that Edmund might explain,

but he was killed
before he had the chance.

When did you know you were
carrying his child?

I wouldn't admit it at first.

I was like a mad woman.
I took foolish remedies,

I gave a gypsy
a sovereign for

what I'm sure
was sugar water.

But they all failed.
I am still enceinte.

What have you
told your father?

He knows I was tricked.

I told him that morning
he brought me the news

of Edmund's death. But
he thinks I got away with it.

We must go
north, out of sight,

while James makes
arrangements for the child.

I'll have a story ready
by tomorrow, but...

tonight I will speak
with your father.

Don't be too hard on him.

It was his dream
as much as mine.

You are a young girl. You're
supposed to have dreams.

He's a parent.

He is your father,
for God's sake!

He should have protected you
from believing them!

Mrs Casson, you're back.

I'm afraid the baby
came very quickly,

not long after you set out.
Is it healthy?

Seems to be.

But, Mrs Casson...

we can't stop the bleeding.

I'm here. Tell me what I
can do. Have you seen him?

The doctor says he's very
healthy and spry, my darling,

but now we must
concentrate on you.

Look after him, won't you?

Well, we'll look after him
together. Promise me, Mama.

Whoever takes him in,
make sure they love him.

Let's talk about all that
when you are well and rested.

Give my best love to Papa
and try not to blame him.

Not for any of it. Please.

And remember me.

My darling child...

as if I would not think of
you every day of my life.

But now, you need to rest
and when you wake...

Sophia...

dearest one.

Sophi-Sophia! I'm afraid
it is over, Mrs Casson.

I'm afraid it is finished.