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As a child,

I felt the world was like
my mother's stories.

Where the line between right and wrong
was always straight and clear.

- Mornin', Queenie.
- Mornin' Emma.

Morning.

Where heroines had happy ever afters.

- Mornin', Mr Paxton.
- Good morning, Emma.

And heroes never did have feet of clay.

Mornin', Susan.

Mornin'.

Right then, little man.
Off to school. Come on, lovely.

- Good morning, Susan.
- Mornin'.

Episode 7

Transcript: Evarin

Synch: Moochie

Boo!

Hi, Sam.

I thought you might be
in town this morning.

Why? Did you miss me
at the woods this morning?

I wouldn't say I missed you,

I just noticed you weren't there.

- So, about Sunday...
- I don't know, Phillip,

I promised Ma I'd go back to Lark Rise,

That's fine.

- Lark Rise it is then.
- What?

Look out!

Thank you, Sam.

Laura, I believe Zillah has been baking
some of her fruit cakes this morning.

- Perhaps your saviour might...
- Yes, Sam you must.

- No, I...
- Sam, I insist.

Zillah's fruit cakes
are heroic in themselves.

Not an inch off that paper, mind.

I don't know what Miss Lane
is thinking about.

- Coal dust everywhere.
- The chimney sweep comes in!

- Sweeps is lucky.
- Well, Sam was lucky for me.

A veritable Samson.

And what are you looking
so pleased about?

You been delivering to Miss Ellison
this morning, have you?

Something wrong with my fruit cake?

No.

Thought I'd give it the little 'uns.

- He don't say much, do he?
- Actions speak louder, Zillah.

"By their fruits shall ye know them."

Ain't that right, Sam?

Susan.

Mornin', Robert. Alf.

Quite remarkable, really,
these drawings of Matthew's.

- Yes.
- Such detail.

Whilst not wanting to put myself
out of business, Timothy,

I didn't realise there was
a problem with the old gates.

Unfashionable, apparently,

- And unimposing.
- Oh, I see.

Yes, we've been attacking the manor
refurbishments with some gusto since...

Well, since Polly,

Of course.

I'll be popping in from time to time
to monitor the work in progress.

If that's all right with you?

You are always welcome, Timothy,

I must say I've rather missed our...

Good day,

What can I do to help you?

Susan! You'll never guess what...

- Did you...?
- Laura.

You chopping firewood?

Penny stamp, is it?

No thank you, Laura.
I don't want no stamps.

And I ain't been
choppin' firewood either.

I've come looking for the Justice.

I want a summons, sir,
for him that done it.

- Can you name your attacker?
- Yes, sir. I can.

My husband.

Mrs Braby,
are you quite sure about this?

You don't think there's a

less intrusive, less public
way to proceed?

What way would that be, sir?

Very well,

You really are a bunch of
plump little beauties, aren't you?

- Ah, Patterson.
- Oh, Sir Timothy. Sir. Ah, sir,

An arrest is required, Patterson,

Serious crime is it, sir?

Yes, it's a case of wife-beating
in Lark Rise.

Lark Rise? I didn't know
it was against the law there, sir.

Damn it, man, Look at her.

I'd best get my notebook then,
hadn't I, sir?

Miss Lane says you're not
to make a habit of this,

She says sitting down at table

is one of the things that
marks us out from the beasts,

Tell her I'll bear that in mind,

I think it'll be worth it though,

You know, those gates
are going to be beautiful,

There's not a lot of call
for this kind of work in Candleford.

I think it was Miss Lane's great
grandfather who built the old gates.

- Were you looking for something?
- I was looking at that crate.

Sam saved me,

And yet that same strength...

He done a bad thing, all right.
But he done a good one too.

So I'd say

what he does next...
I'd say that's gonna be important.

- Bread?
- Yeah?

Young Alf did well today.

I'd take him on as a 'prentice
in a minute if I could.

Don't think he could do it, Robert.

That family's just a whisker
away from the workhouse,

We saw Susan Braby.

I'd never have thought that
of big Sam, would you?

Not a woman,

I mean the boy's an idiot
when he's had a drink.

never knows when he's had enough,
but that?

Makes me sick to my stomach,

I ain't never even seen them arguing,

Just shows, If it can happen in that
marriage, it can happen anywhere,

Not anywhere,

You know what I mean,

Maybe I'll go over and sit with her
for a bit when I've finished this,

He's regular as clockwork at
the Wagon and Horses, in't he?

Please, Susan, Don't,

- Don't what?
- Be normal.

This in't normal,

I in't likely to forget that, am I?

Susan.

You know I'm...

I don't know what came over me.

Half the cellar of the Wagon and Horses
came over you.

I'm sorry.

It'll never happen again.

You promised it would never happen once.

I'm sorry.

I love you, Susan.

Just words, Sam.

That in't going to fix it.

- Not this.
- Give me a chance.

To go to the Justice.

- that in't the way we want to...
- I told you what'd happen

if you ever lifted a hand to me.
You knew it when you married me.

I've seen what happens once it starts.

And I keep my promises.

Laura?

- I have the letter, Miss Lane.
- Thank you.

Well, I must say Matthew is certainly
working hard on those gates.

I'm beginning to wish I'd asked
Sir Timothy for 25.

He reminds me of my Pa
when he's carving a stone.

He always gets so...

So?

Oh, erm, absorbed.

I see.

Well, I'm afraid Matthew isn't the only
one who has to work this evening.

After all the commotion today,
we're a little bit behind ourselves.

Yes. Of course.

My account with Amos was
due to be settled today.

It quite slipped my mind,
so I wondered...

I do so hate to be behind with accounts.

Thank you.

I just wanted to know
why you're being so cagey.

Cagey?

- I ain't being cagey.
- Because the way I see it.

Either there's something
wrong with me or...

you've got another fellow
waiting for you back in Lark Rise,

Oh, Phillip. It ain't nothing like that.

I just don't think my Pa thinks
I'm old enough,

- to be walking out with a young man.
- But you're 16.

You're a young lady.

I don't think Pa's quite got
the grasp of that yet.

Well, it's time he did.

Laura, you've got to tell him.

- Is it Lark Rise you're ashamed of?
- Never!

I'll tell you what, Phillip.

Candleford might have fine things,

but you'll never meet kinder people
than the folk of Lark Rise.

And her such a little slip of a...

All right, Sam?

Night off won't do him any harm.

Cabbage Patterson.

Long way for a half pint, constable.

Here?

Maybe he's handin' out
some of them prize taters of his!

Sam Braby,

Where do I find him?

Well?

- Pal of yours, is he?
- I'm investigating a complaint.

By his wife,

His wife?

Lark Rise.

I in't done nothin'.
I in't done nothin'.

Have you seen Sam Braby?

Sammy?

Oh, yes. I just seen him
up at the end house.

Thank you, sir,

Much obliged.

Sorry.

Not much of a man, eh, Robert?

Crying like a baby.

It ain't that's made me
think less of you, Sam.

No.

What happened, Sam?

I don't know exactly.

Too much drink.

A lot too much.

And Susan didn't like it,

Said my wages is puttin' shoes

on Paxton's little uns' feet
instead of my own.

Don't seem like such a bad
thing she said now, do it?

See, my Susan, she's so...

right.

She's always so right and
always with the right words and...

To see her face and know I done that...

What I'd do to wake up and
it were yesterday again.

Has it happened before, Sam?

Never,

and it never will again either,
I promise you on anything you like.

It ain't us that need
your promises, Sam.

I'm not saying you didn't do wrong,
Sam, because you did,

but if you want me to tell her that...

It's too late.

You stupid old goat!
What did you do that for?

That's Patterson got Sammy now.

I didn't... I don't...

Leave him alone.
It ain't Twister's fault.

- Sam Braby brought this on himself,
- What?

You don't go giving up one of
your own to the likes of him.

He knows it, Susan Braby knows
it and you should know it too.

How many times have we
all covered for your ma?

She'd have gone where she is sooner
if it hadn't been for us!

My ma in't never hurt
no-one in her life.

Don't you mention her in
the same breath as Sam Braby.

Size of Susan, size of him!

You said yourself it was shameful!

Shameful for a wife
to bring the law on her own husband!

Run, Sam! Run!

Serves you right, Sam.

What?

What do you mean "what"?

I mean I know you're awake,
What is it?

You know what.

She did the right thing,
standing up for herself.

It's the principle.

A principle in't gonna feed

them little 'uns if Sammy goes to jail.

I knew she'd be awake,

- I'm going to talk some sense into her.
- It's the middle of the night!

She won't thank you for meddling
in her private business.

Like that ever stopped you,
Robert Timmins!

- Sammy came to us...
- No, he didn't.

He was just skulking in our garden
cos he weren't man enough to go home.

Anyway,

if you take your business
to Cabbage Patterson,

it ain't private any more.

I know you mean well, but you don't know
what you're talkin' about.

I know about money coming in
and I know what it's like when it stops,

and if Sammy goes to prison,
yours stops dead,

- We'll manage.
- You've got two children to feed!

I know how many children I got.

I only meant...

Do you think I ain't been
thinking about my children?

What if next time Sammy gets drunk,

it's one of them
that says the wrong thing?

He's supposed to be
their big, gentle pa.

He's the one that's supposed
to make us feel safe.

I ain't saying he gets away with it,

I'm just saying,
ain't there another way?

Has your Robert ever hit you?

No.

My Sam used to make me feel protected.

Used to feel like together me and him
were strong enough to take on the world.

Now...

Now I'll find my own strength.

Timothy, what were your feelings
on the consomme?

I think I may have to have
a word with cook.

Really? I thought it was rather good.

Obviously not such a refined palette.

It's probably me.

After all, I haven't been out
all day working up an appetite,

I shall look at the fabrics tomorrow,
I promise.

If there isn't another crisis
at the post office.

It had nothing to do with
the post office, Adelaide.

The poor woman simply
came there to find me.

And, of course, she did.

She had been beaten by her husband.

You can't expect me to brush off
brutality in favour of curtains.

Where are you going?

To bed.

Tell cook I want to see her
in the morning.

Her consomme has left me
feeling quite unwell,

Adelaide...

You sit in this man's judgment
very easily, Timothy.

May I remind you there are many ways
in which a man may ill-treat his wife.

Miss Lane!

The working hours at the forge
are quite unacceptable.

Past nine o'clock last night,

And then again
at the crack of dawn this morning,

My apologies, ladies,
I'll have a word with Matthew.

He has a commission to forge new
gates for Sir Timothy's park...

- The one for �20.
- Don't be vulgar, Ruby.

- Is that Lady Adelaide's carriage?
- Oh. Quick.

Oh, no, I was mistaken.

It's good to see you, Emma.

Is everything OK?
Laura is still out on her rounds.

Everything's fine.
I was you I came to see.

And there's no field work
for women with young children.

but she's neat and clean

and can sew like a dream.

So I was wondering about piece work.

I was sort of thinking of
the ladies at the stores.

Now might not be the best time
for me to ask a favour

- of the Miss Pratts.
- Maybe not.

- But I'll see what I can do,
- Thank you, Dorcas,

The whole hamlet's talking
of nothing else,

split right down the middle
about what she's done.

It's Thomas's postbag!

The man is so distracted at the moment.

I hope he hasn't forgotten any mail,

Excuse me, Emma.

Zillah, when Thomas gets back
from his round,

please tell him
I want to see him immediately.

You could at least try it!

Sam knew what'd happen
if he ever hit me.

- Yes, and you've done it.
- You've given your word.

Give him the chance to make a promise,
Temperance pledge.

You know it wouldn't have happened
if he hadn't been drinking.

But he's crossed a line now.
I will be easier next time.

If I back down now,
he'll just think he can do it again...

This isn't backing down, Susan.
This is fixing it.

In't that what you're trying to do?

I'll mind your little 'uns.

Let me see that thing again.

I cannot understand it,

It seemed to come from nowhere,

And now she's taken to her bed
with some spurious illness.

It may not be spurious.

Food poisoning that affects
no-one else in the household?

What I mean is Polly.

I'm sorry, Dorcas, I really mustn't
burden you with all of this, but...

I just don't know
to whom else I can talk.

That's what friendship is, Timothy.

Yes.

Now I really must do
what I came here to do,

which is to inspect Matthew's work,

which I know will be quite splendid.

Yes, and giving him such pleasure.

His enthusiasm is making us a little
unpopular with the Miss Pratts,

but I dare say we'll survive.

See, I think she's right.

He did wrong. He broke the law
and he should pay the price.

It ain't right the way
that stuff gets hidden away.

Speaking out is the only way.

- Do you think so?
- Absolutely.

Nothing good ever came
from hiding things.

You remember that,

So you think people
should always speak out,

even when you think they might not
like what you have to say?

Especially then.

Right.

I'd like Phillip to come for tea
on Sunday,

Who the hell is Phillip?

You wanted to see me, Miss Lane,

Yes. Thomas,

I suspected you might be behind these.

I have indeed recently

taken the pledge to eschew
strong drink, ma'am.

I see no harm in

communicating the benefits
of temperance to others.

That is your perogative, Thomas,
so long as you use appropriate means.

Your delivery is for
the Royal Mail only.

Do you realise the trouble
we could be in if it were construed

we were passing these off as
the views of the Post Office?

I'm very sorry, Miss Lane,

It was on my own time, believe me.
I just borrowed the bag.

- May I suggest you find another?
- Yes, Miss Lane.

As it turns out,
your efforts may have been fruitful.

I believe you may have
a convert to the cause.

Why, Miss Lane, that is splendid.

You won't regret it, I promise.

Oh, I wasn't referring
to myself, Thomas.

In fact,

this conversation has rather put me
in the mood for a sweet sherry.

I need to know you mean it, Sam, when
you promise it'll never happen again.

I mean it.

I'll do anything,

I... I can't rightly...

I can't...

- You know my reading ain't up to much.
- It's temperance.

Temperance?

You sign that pledge,

you walk out with me and we'll
never say another word about it.

I ain't gonna get drunk again, Susan,

not ever.

But a working man's pint
at the end of the day...

Susan!

You had your chance.

Think again, ma'am!

You may have thrown away salvation!

He says he don't want bail, sir.

Says he can't bear to see
his wife's face.

And to be frank,

he don't seem too keen on the
sound of her voice now neither.

I had hoped that they'd come
to a private resolution,

Don't seem that way, sir,

And to continue to be frank, sir,

he can't stay where he is.

Not till the assizes, I need the cell.

What for?

Criminals, sir.

What if a heinous crime
is committed, sir?

We've the holding cell
in the courthouse.

Or if there's two of them, sir -

in it together, sir?

Patterson, everyone knows you
use the cell for your seed trays.

It's the principle, sir.

Feeding him, keeping him...

sorted out.

It interferes with my police work.

Very well,
I'll bring him forward to this one.

Character witnesses?

A coal merchant and a blacksmith, sir,

You'll be wanting to get a move on with
them, sir, if you want to call them in.

I'd best let you get on
with the paperwork, sir.

I mean, do you know
anything about this Phillip?

- Has she mentioned him to you?
- Once or twice,

He's a young gamekeeper, in't he?

Seen him around. Bit full of himself.

Strutting about with his gun,

Why didn't she tell me?

Well, maybe she thought you
might start acting a bit silly.

- I've just come to get them.
- Of course, Sam?

Candleford.

Oh. It's all right.

At least now I know where I am.

- Where WE are. Come on, Toby.

- I'm sorry, Susan.
- Yes.

I was so sure it would work,

Oh, Sam!

Stop it, I know what you're thinking.

It was a stupid idea
and I should have left her alone.

- That's not what I was thinking.
- No?

What I was thinking was,

"My God,"

"this must be what it's like
being married to me,"

Timothy, the swatches and
colours are all laid out so...

Adelaide, please.

My darling, you're the expert
in these matters,

Why don't YOU take charge
of these decisions?

Oh, if that's what you want.

Yes, it would be a great help,

Are you Dorcas Lane, blacksmith?

Mr Patterson, are you all right?
Don't you recognise me?

Oh, I know who you are, ma'am.

It's just, like, official business.

- Are you...?
- Yes, Mr Patterson, I am.

Erm... right now, What's this here?
Coal merchant...

Blacksmith! There we go,

Now, ma'am.

You're called by Sir Timothy Midwinter

to give evidence
of previous good character

in the case of one
Samuel Braby, coalman,

of Lark Rise,

Mr Braby, this court looks upon
the crime of assault

most seriously.

However, taking into account
your expression of remorse

and your previously
unblemished character,

you shall be sent
to prison for one month.

Take him down, Constable.

Don't worry, Jack,
You can find another man for my job,

Reckons anyway I'll be off to sea,
like Walter Arless.

Mrs Braby?

Yes, ma'am?

My cousin tells me
your sewing is beautiful.

I can offer no guarantees,
but if it's useful for you,

I could make enquiries about piecework.

Thank you, ma'am.

Do you like the embossed?

And this is the saffron, your ladyship.

You could have it just plain

with the two different colours
shot through.

Those gates are going to be
just beautiful, your ladyship.

Despite the noise.

It seems Matthew is excelling
himself on your behalf.

I'm sure their elegance is down

to Sir Timothy's refined eye.

My sister and I have been so impressed

with the personal interest he's taken,
your ladyship.

Such a busy man, yet

I would say he's checked
their progress daily,

wouldn't you, Ruby?

- Well, if I were spending �20...
- Ruby,

Do you think I could have a chair.

Lady Adelaide!
What an unexpected pleasure.

I'm sure.

Dorcas, I was wondering

whether I might be allowed
a little glimpse of our gates.

Of course.

Quite exquisite, isn't it?

Quite.

You're a very fine craftsman, Matthew.

Thank you, ma'am.

But, em...

It's not quite... em...

No.

No, I think, on reflection, my husband
and I will get something from London

or Oxford.

But, your ladyship, Sir Timothy...

Has given me sole responsibility
of the renovations.

Now...

you will, of course, be paid in full.

Yes. Of course.

My husband would be furious with me
if he thought I'd cheated you.

Oh, well...

So I've just come to say goodbye...

and thank you for having
the children them times.

I don't understand,
You said you could manage.

Well, we can't.

You might as well say it.
There's plenty round here that will be.

- You were right and I was wrong.
- No.

There must be something,

The workhouse, Susan...

Do you know what those places are like?

You in one bit, little 'uns in another,

You won't get to see them,

except maybe about an hour on Sundays.

- How are they going to...?
- I had this bit put by,

from when I was in service.

Not much, but some...

And it's gone.

He's drunk it all and not told me.

Oh, Susan,

I knew it was bad,
but I didn't know it was as bad as this.

I could sew all night,
I'd never make enough.

Look, we'll find a way,

Folk round here ain't got much,

but we ain't gonna see you
off there without a fight.

Look how they pitched in for Alf Arless,

It ain't the same, though, is it?

Alf's got something comin' in,
even if it ain't enough by half.

And Alf didn't put his ma where she is.

There's plenty round here who'll
just say I got what was coming.

Thing is though, Emma,

I'd do the same again.

There ain't one thing I wouldn't do
to try to get back the Sam I married.

Oh, Susan.

So...

So, I'd best be off, then,

I wish I could change your mind.

You know me better than that.

Right! Come on, you lovelies.

- Isn't this enough for her?
- She didn't have no choice, Sam.

- You spent her savings.
- Just a little.

I meant to put it back.

Every time, I...

I meant to put it back.
If she'd just given me a chance...

She did give you a chance.
If you said you'd stop drinking...

I did say that!
I said no more getting drunk.

- That ain't the same.
- A half-pint don't do no harm.

- A fellow my size, you'd hardly notice.
- It never is a half-pint, though.

Not with you, Sam.

When was the last time that was
all you drank? You think back,

Sam,

Susan didn't do what
she did to punish you.

She was trying to save you.

She was trying to save your family.

The question is, though, Sammy,

whether that's what you want, too.

You look at me.

Laura! Off to Lark Rise?

Enjoy yourself and give
my best to your family.

Thank you, ma'am.

- Miss Lane...
- Yes.

Sir Timothy seemed to like
Matthew's gates so much,

- I'm sure he can't want...
- Oh, Laura, dear, perhaps he doesn't.

But there is nothing I can do.

Marriage is a complicated institution

and outsiders enter at their peril,

Adelaide!

This is completely unacceptable!
How dare you go behind my back and...

I seem to recall you asking me to
take all decisions on the renovations.

I did not ask you to humiliate

a fine craftsman like Matthew,
and embarrass me!

Embarrass you in front of whom, exactly?

In front of Candleford.

My family has a duty towards
the tradesmen of this parish,

which means you do too,

Well, I paid him.

- It was only �20.
- That's not what I mean

- and you know it!
- For goodness sake, Timothy.

You wouldn't expect me
to attend the hunt ball

wearing one of the creations
of the Misses Pratt!

So why should I have
the entrance to my park

designed by a provincial tradesman?

Or is your much-vaunted loyalty

to the tradesfolk of Candleford

a little more applicable
in some quarters that in others?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, Timothy.

I think you do.

I'm afraid the like of Miss Lane

and Matthew have an advantage
over me, Timothy.

They were brought up to a trade
and are practising it.

I was brought up to do two things -

to bear children

and to keep a fine home.

Now, it appears that one of those
is to be denied to me.

Are you really to deny me the other?

Matthew's work is as good as anyone's.
The commission will be reinstated.

Do you spend your life thinking
of new ways to make a fool of me?!

There is no need, Adelaide,

You seem to be perfectly capable
of doing that for yourself,

Get out of my way!

Fingers out!

Now, remember Laura's feelings.

Nice small talk,

If he says something that
annoys you, just let it go.

Polite at all times

and no politics,

- What's wrong with politics?
- You'll get het up and embarrass her.

- What?
- What?!

- When have I ever embarrassed...?
- Shirt!

Ma.

Pa.

This is Phillip.

Pleased to meet you.

That's a good start, Phillip.

Dorcas...

- Timothy.
- Sorry.

- Has Adelaide been here?
- Not since yesterday.

- No, It's a stupid thought,
- Has something happened?

We had the most awful argument
and she walked out hours ago.

I should have stopped her, but...

She's not a countrywoman,
she doesn't know the places to avoid.

- What are you doing?
- Come.

Two horses will cover double the ground.

Thank you.

All right there?

Them roots is a devil, right enough,

Oh, my...

Thank you.

I...

seem to be a little lost.

- I don't suppose you could...?
- Course, ladyship.

We'll just get them brambles off you.

Don't come too close!

I mean...

I'm a little unwell...
I would hate for you to catch it.

There ain't much likelihood
of that, ladyship.

My days of catching
what you've got have long gone.

That's a fine brace
of pheasant, Phillip.

Didn't poach it, did you?

Absolutely not, no.
No, in my position you...

No.

Sir Timothy lets Phillip
take one or two out for the pot.

Well, that was very kind of you
to share one with us, Phillip.

They're very nice flowers, Mrs Timmins.

See, Lady Adelaide
likes flowers at her table.

You know, one formal dinner, she...

she ordered in over 300 yellow roses.

My, that must have been beautiful,

Likely could have fed a Lark Rise family
for a month on what they cost.

Laura said you're a man
of liberal views, Mr Timmins.

That's right, Phillip.
Pronounced liberal views.

I don't see how a thinking,
working man could hold any different.

What about yourself?

Well, I reckon when the time
comes for me to vote,

it'd be wise for a man in my position
to go along with his employer, so...

I'll likely go Tory,

like Sir Timothy.

Well, I can soon talk you
out of that ludicrous notion...

Another time.

More tea?

Can you read?

I wasn't sure

It's hard to tell when your pa's joking.

- Do you think so?
- Hello, Laura, dear.

Is... that your young man?

Well, I...

Oh, little Laura!

Run along. Run along and be happy.

Be as happy as I am.

Lady Adelaide!

This is impertinent of me,

I know,

I wanted to ask...

wouldn't you please change
your mind about the gates?

Oh, the gates.

Would it make you happy?

Safe and sound, A little muddy
perhaps, but perfectly fine.

Insisting we call the doctor, of course,

so her sense of the dramatic is intact!

- I'm glad she's all right.
- Yes, yes.

Thank you.

And, um...

I'm sorry that you and Matthew
were caught up in this, um...

Do you think we...?

Do you think Adelaide perhaps

has a right to feel neglected?

I have tried to treat Adelaide
honourably, I have...

cared for her...

and I have given everything

of myself that I possibly can, but...

I can do no more.
Believe me, I've tried.

Dorcas,

- I...
- Miss Lane! Miss Lane!

She's changed her mind!
Lady Adelaide! The gates!

She wants Matthew to do them after all.

- What? When did you see her?
- Just now, in the park.

Laura, I believe a career in
the diplomatic corps awaits you.

Well, it wasn't me.

I think she's just so happy
about the baby.

She did say it was all right
for me to tell.

Yes. Yes, of course, I, um...

I was just telling Miss Lane
the good news.

Yes.

Wonderful news... all round,

I must tell Matthew,

Well, I'd... erm...

There you go. Good day, sir.

Pa.

I got you something,

Never again,

- Not drink...
- Shhh.

It's over.

Lookink back on that summer now,

it seems that the layers
of the world shifted.

Lines blurred
and barriers seemed to slip.

Those between right and wrong.

Those between public and private.

And even, just for a moment...

those between the social classes.

Before they settled back... into place.