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We await the arrival
of Colonel Lennox and his company.

Will your family

- be joining you, Colonel?
- I have no such attachments.

Miss Lambe,

I must confess, I noticed you
in the Assembly Rooms yesterday.

I wonder what it was
that caught your attention.

I want to give
my husband a child.

As I am resolved not to marry,

I will need an income.

- A governess?
- For Mr. Colbourne, of all people?

The position is yours.

You start on Monday.

Miss Heywood.

Colonel Lennox.

Forgive me.

The other day I spoke rashly.

You were honest.
It was refreshing.

Would that every young woman
spoke with such candor.

Thank you, Colonel.

But you'll have to excuse me.

- You have an appointment?
- I have a job,

as a governess.

Today will be my first day.

Then I wish you every success.

Though I'd venture you succeed
in whatever you put your mind to,

Miss Heywood.

And you can expect
an invitation.

All the agent could tell us is

that Sidney was in Antigua
on your behalf.

And yet he didn't think

to tell me he was going?

- Or for what purpose?
- Well, he didn't tell any of us.

We have written
to your father's employees.

But I'm afraid that it'll take
weeks to get a reply.

I shall make my own enquiries.

What can this mean, Arthur?

I am certain
it's of no cause for concern.

Sidney will have had
your best interests at heart.

Just as I do.

No, no, no!

I've never seen such
a fumble-fisted effort.

You could always
do it yourself, Aunt.

Well, then, what is the point
in having you here?

Oh, leave them.

Give it to Lady Babington.

Well?

Colonel Lennox has invited us
to a mess dinner.

Oh, I'm not dining in a tent!

Well, he's taken
the new Assembly Rooms.

And you're thinking
Edward will be there.

I can't help feeling,

what with his reappearance
and Dr. Fuchs's prognosis,

that God has taken against me.

Miss Heywood, you're late.
We were expecting you at 9:00.

Mr. Colbourne has asked me
to tell you

you will receive your monies
at the end of the month.

Although few governesses
have lasted that long.

The household

is making wagers
as to whether you'll last the week.

But I've a shilling says
you will, so for my sake...

Be assured, Mrs. Wheatley,
your money is safe.

Very little daunts me
when my mind is made up.

When exactly did their
last governess...

Miss Heywood,
they haven't scared you away yet?

Miss Heywood has only
just arrived, Mr. Colbourne.

Then I shall introduce you
to your charges.

Brace yourself.

Leonora?

Girls, you have met Miss Heywood.
She is to be your new governess.

Allow me to reacquaint you.
My daughter Leonora,

- and my niece Augusta.
- Pleased to see you both again.

I trust you will show
Miss Heywood more courtesy

than you afforded
her predecessor.

Augusta,
what was your last lesson?

Embroidery.

- Actually, I thought perhaps we...
- Your books will have to wait,

Miss Heywood,

until you have taught them
how to behave like young ladies.

Reading is hardly unladylike.

As you can see, Leonora is in
dire need of a feminine hand,

while Augusta

lacks manners, civility,
or any of the qualities

that would make her
remotely marriageable.

Good luck.

You must learn to parry,
Miss Heywood,

if you want to survive
this household.

She's a disgrace!

You must try and be a little
more restrained, my dear.

It cost no small amount to repair
Lord Kingsley's carriage.

And now Mr. Hartswood...

Why are you so desperate
to see me married?

Society is not as kind
or as welcoming

as one would hope,
Georgiana.

As you know only too well.

And your fortune
leaves you vulnerable.

A good marriage
will offer you protection.

Acceptance.

Ladies.

Mr. Lockhart.

Why such a solemn demeanor
on this fine day, Miss Lambe?

I was in a positively joyous
mood, Mr. Lockhart,

until I saw you.

Then I shall leave you to it,
for fear

of spoiling your mood
any further.

He is approaching

- the house in his uniform!
- Who?

The soldier who saved me
from certain death!

I do not even know his name.

Oh, it is you?

Oh, a pleasure to see you, too,
Miss Heywood.

What is your business, sir?

On behalf of Colonel Lennox,

I have the honor of inviting
the Parker household

to a mess dinner.

And the colonel

has expressly requested the honor
of Miss Charlotte Heywood's company.

I'm sure she will
graciously accept.

Oh, and, uh,

Captain Carter sends his regards

and regrets he is unable
to call in person.

Captain Carter?
Is he the soldier from the beach?

Young, handsome?

He is young.

And it's not for me
to say if he is handsome.

Then send him my very best
regards in return.

Carter!

His name is Captain Carter!

And this will be my first ever
grand dinner.

I've already worn
Charlotte's good dress.

- I will gladly lend you one of mine.
- You are a true friend!

I wish it was Captain Carter
that had called.

How am I to endure

an entire day
without seeing his face?

I saw a pretty hat this morning.

Perhaps you'd like to come
and see it with me?

Yes!

If you gently pull
the needle up and through...

- Miss Heywood.
- Yes, Miss Markham?

It is Miss Heywood, isn't it?

Yes.

Uh, then you are not married?

No.

Nor have you ever been?No.

- No.
- Then...

how is that you are
to ready me for a life

which you yourself
have quite roundly failed in?

That is like having a

riding instructor
who has never sat in a saddle.

Or a pirate

that's never gutted a man.

I have never been to France,

yet my French
is more than passable.

Damn these needles!

- Miss Colbourne.
- Do not give up.

See what I have made
just for Miss Heywood.

I do hope I have spelt
"spinster" right.

You see it is not a word
I am particularly familiar with.

Nor am I ever likely to be.

I do believe it is time
for luncheon.

Come along, Leo.

The governess takes hers
in the kitchen, of course.

Alone. But then again,

I suppose you are used to that,

poor, dear Miss Heywood.

Esther.

Forgive me, I didn't expect
to find you here.

- On the promenade or in Sanditon?
- Either,

if I'm honest.

And yet does it not feel like
fate that we should both

find ourselves back here
at the same time?

Fate played no part in this.
It's all a contrivance.

You're fooling no one,
least of all me.

What will it take to convince
you I'm truly repentant?

Try drowning yourself.

Miss Markham's work, I assume?

She is very... adept.

On the contrary.
I see several dropped stitches.

You're not going to let her
get away with that?

I don't want to punish her,
Mrs. Wheatley.

I want to understand her.

Is it so hard to understand?

She's 18 years old
and not long orphaned.

And...

Leonora lost her mother, too?

That was many years ago now.
We don't dwell on it.

Remember, girl,
I've a shilling on you.

Lady Babington!

You appear

to be our sole congregant
for matins!

Oh, you will remember,
of course, my dear sister,

Miss Beatrice Hankins?

A pleasure, Lady Babington.

I cannot stay,

thrilling as matins sounds.

And, uh, how is married life?

Will, uh, Lord Babington
be joining us

- during the summer months?
- I do hope so.

It is not right for husband
and wife to be too long apart.

Not if they wish to bless
their home with children.

As the Psalms tell us,
"Children are an heritage

- of the Lord. - "And the fruit
of the womb is his reward."

That is no concern of yours!

I forgot to mention
the charity darning circle.

Lady Babington?

Lady Babington.

We are not well acquainted,

- and I do not wish to presume...
- You already have,

- Miss Hankins.
- Oh, forgive me. But I am...

a Christian woman,
with Christian feeling,

and recognize when another
of my sex is in need.

Thank you.
I am in no need of your charity.

It is not charity I am offering.

I have heard tell
of a midwife of Melmead.

A Mrs. Potter.

She helps women
who have... struggled,

as I believe you might be...

struggling.

Well...

I have done my part.

The rest is in God's hands.

This is just a crude rendering,
of course,

but it gives you a sense of it.

And it would sit right here.

The Theatre Royal Sanditon!

It, it is a wonderful idea,
brother.

But this would require

a great deal of investment
and we cannot afford to gamble.

Speculators speculate!
That's what you have always said.

Yes, that does sound like me.

We shall talk more of it anon.

But now I have promised to give
Colonel Lennox a tour of Sanditon.

Come on, Arthur!

We are most honored
by the invitation, Colonel.

I cannot tell you
the excitement it has caused

amongst the women
of our household.

We have been made
so welcome by the town.

I hope the dinner will go some small
way towards showing our gratitude.

Yes.

Now, if you look up there,
Colonel, you will see

we are just finishing
the Seaview Apartments,

and now we are considering

our next expansion.

We have been discussing
a theater.

I've been drawing up
grand plans:

- a gilt proscenium, a balcony...
- Well, well, yes,

at some future point, Arthur,
perhaps.

But right now,
we cannot

afford to take any risks

if we are to repay
Sidney's investment.

Sidney?

Our dear departed brother.

It was he that secured
Sanditon's future.

- What a fine legacy, Mr. Parker.
- Thank you, sir.

Were Sidney here,

I am sure that you and he
would find much in common.

Some things.
Perhaps.

And he would want
to encourage you, as I do,

to consider extending
your stay indefinitely.

I've been thinking further on the idea
of a permanent barracks.

Which I feel could be
of great mutual benefit.

With your permission,
Colonel,

I have a site
I wish to show you.

By all means, Tom.

Theatre Royal Sanditon.

Are you sure this is wise,
Miss Lambe?

Or appropriate?

I have had my fill of being told
what is and isn't appropriate.

Left, right...

Do not betray your feelings
too readily.

- Try to appear aloof.
- We've invaded his camp.

It is hardly aloof.

Come on.

Ready?

Right!

Left!

Head! Right! Left!

Head!

Right! Up!

Right! Left!

Left! Right!

Miss Heywood?

Ladies, this is no place
for a young woman.

Let them stay a moment, Fraser.

I am unharmed.

I simply came to thank you, sir,

for saving me so gallantly
yesterday.

I cannot take all the credit,
miss.

You have my undying gratitude.

Miss Heywood,

you are to attend
the mess dinner?

I would not miss it
for the world.

Then I might be so bold

as to request the first dance
of the evening.

- I would be honored to.
- I must insist you ladies

leave the camp.
I shall escort you to the bridge.

Really, sir,
have you no heart at all?None.

None.

Just a cold, hard rock
in its place.

Look, there's another one!

Well done, Miss Colbourne.

And what do we do with
our specimens, Miss Heywood?

We shall examine them,
like malacologists.

This silly dress!

I wish I could wear
my short britches.

They would be rather more practical.

Father says it's unladylike.

My mother says a woman
should dress appropriately

for whatever activity
she is engaged upon.

I'm not sure my father
would agree with that.

Is she still alive,

your mother?

Yes,

she is.

I don't miss mine,
before you ask.

Although Father doesn't even
like us to mention her name.

What do you remember of her?

Nothing.
She died when I was a baby.

You must miss her a little.

You can't miss
what you never had.

Of course you can.

For example,

Miss Heywood misses
the husband she doesn't have.

Don't you?

Do not move!

Please!
I only have a silk handkerchief.

Fear not, Mr. Parker.

I could not resist such
a peaceful subject.

Then I am honored, sir.

Honored.

Might I be permitted to...

You have a rare talent.

Please.

I should very much like
to paint your friend Miss Lambe.

But I fear she's taken
against me.

Oh, that is just her manner.

She clearly holds
you in high esteem.

Perhaps you could convince her
that I am not entirely without merit.

I would forever be in your debt.

Oh, say no more, sir.
I shall make it my mission.

In the meantime,
you shall have to...

content yourself...

- with a much less beguiling model.
- I will not hear it.

You have a rare

masculine beauty,
Mr. Parker.

- Indeed?
- Undoubtedly so.

In Paris, you would be fêted
in the salons for your charm

and in the Tuileries
for your style.

Oh, I should love to be fêted
in the Tuileries!

And I am certain one day,
you shall.

Can we really make a home
for the water snails?

Of course.

Now, if we could find
a magnifying glass...

I suspect there is one
in your father's study.

Oh! Miss Colbourne!

Leonora, it is customary to knock.
What is so urgent?

Look!

Snails?

Water snails, sir.

We collected them from the pond
to examine them more closely.

We were in want
of a magnifying glass.

Really, well, one snail...

One magnifying glass.

Which I shall need back.

Thank you.

We're being malacologists.

Would you like to see
our other specimens?

Tempting as that is,

I shall have to decline.

Come, Miss Colbourne,
your father is busy.

Miss Heywood.

Forgive me,
I must have been unclear.

I thought I engaged you to make
a young lady of Leonora.

That is precisely
what I'm doing.

By trawling ponds for mollusks?

I am widening her knowledge.

She has no interest
in embroidery, sir.

And you see how engaged she is.

If you could just spare a moment

- to let her show you...
- Thank you, Miss Heywood,

but you are here to further
the girls' education, not mine.

Then I shall leave you
to your work, sir.

Planorbis carinatus.
Keeled ram's horn.

If you're going to be malacologists,

you might as well use
the correct terminology.

Thank you.

You don't look quite as excited
as your sister.

But then, who does?

I confess I am strangely
apprehensive.

- The last time I danced in Sanditon...
- Was with Sidney.

You must try to put that
from your mind.

We're going to enjoy
ourselves tonight.

We shall eat and drink and dance
and forget all our cares!

I insist upon it.

Ladies, it's my honor
to welcome you this evening.

Miss Heywood,

it's a particular pleasure
to see you again.

After supper,
might I claim the first dance?

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, Colonel, but I really
must greet the family Parker.

So, Miss Heywood,

how are you finding
your new job?

Thus far, highly rewarding.

You doubt me, sir.

You've previously spoken
with such candor.

It is strange
to hear you dissemble.

I have two charges.

One I've gained some ground with,
but the elder girl is... resistant.

Gaining ground
is my vocation, Miss Heywood.

We shall form a battle strategy
before the night is out.

Herbs?!

I should never have thought
you so credulous!

Neither Fuchs nor any doctor
I have consulted can help me.

Fuchs sounds positively rational
besides this charlatan.

- And you went to her house?
- She is no charlatan.

Mrs. Potter has assisted
many women.

And if nothing else,
she has given me hope.

What do I have to lose?

I knew
we should not have come.

Pay him no heed.
He is no threat

to either of us.

Miss Heywood, Miss Lambe.

Lady Denham.

Lady Babington.

I understand you are behind
this sugar boycott, Miss Lambe.

I take it you won't be joining us.

Life affords few enough
pleasures as it is.

Forgive me, my lady.

I'd forgotten you lived a life
of such deprivation.

Alison, I spy Captain Carter.

Oh, oh, Miss Lambe,
Miss Heywood.

I, I believe you have met
my dear friend Mr. Lockhart.

- I wasn't aware you were
so well acquainted. - Oh, yes!

I, I cannot praise
this gentleman enough.

He is a fine fellow,
and, and, I might add,

quite a remarkable portraitist.

- I shall take your word for it.
- Are you not inclined

to make your own opinion,
Miss Lambe?

I already have.

Excuse us.

She is definitely
warming up to you.

I admire your optimism.

Excuse me one moment,
Mr. Lockhart.

Oh, excusez-moi.

Remember,
try not to seem too eager.

- Miss Heywood.
- Captain Carter.

How elegant you look.

Thank you.

And what a beautiful setting.

I am reminded of
these lines of Cowper:

"I fly to scenes romantic."

- I feel as though I have flown here
myself. - Indeed.

Cowper, yes.

What a genius he is.

- I worship his poetry.
- As do I!

Which is your favorite?

I, uh...

I could hardly choose!

Supper, Miss Lambe!

- What a fine table, Colonel.
- Thank you, milady.

I'm glad it meets your approval.

Where are you, Charlotte?

Miss Heywood!

You're down here, with us.

This is what comes
of being a governess.

Forced to sit with the spinsters.
Cast out from society.

Hardly. It's only
the other end of the table.

Miss Heywood.

It seems we are
to be seated together.

I hope you can endure
my company

since you are so often keen
to be rid of me.

I shall have to endure it

as stoically as I can.

Good gracious!

What luck!

Is not this repast

delicious, Mr. Lockhart?

I thought the lamb
was a little tough.

And somewhat cold.

If it is so unpalatable,
why don't you leave it?

I am sure it would not miss you.

I'm waiting for it
to surprise me.

Why should it?

Well, I think
it's jolly well delightful.

Shall I ask

Captain Carter
if we might exchange places?

- Forgive me, I do not mean to be rude.
- I'm not in the least

offender.

I cannot blame you for seeking
his company over mine.

He is unforgivably

handsome, after all.

Are you mocking me?

I wouldn't dream of it.

Yes, I, uh...

I considered the Army myself.

But ultimately,
uh, I felt that

my gift for oratory was
better suited to the church.

Besides, one of my legs
is a full inch shorter

than the other,

which might have proved
disadvantageous in battle.

But now you serve
the King of all kings, brother!

Yes.

I notice the other ladies are enthralled
by the soldiers in our midst,

yet you seem quite indifferent.

It takes a good deal
more than a red coat

and some brass buttons
to impress me.

Likewise. I find...

our island's veneration
for the military

vaguely repulsive.

And yet you accepted
the colonel's invitation.

Is that not rather hypocritical?

I accepted out of curiosity...

...and boredom.
What's your excuse?

I had little choice.

It would have been considered
very ill-mannered of me to decline.

You didn't strike me
as someone overly concerned

with winning
the approval of others.

I must admit

I'm quite disappointed.

Then it is a good thing
your opinion means nothing to me.

Gentlemen.

The king.

The king!

I should

like to make a toast
of my own.

In 1814,

Emperor Napoleon
abolished slavery.

He was not just a soldier,
but...

a man of vision.

A man who...

recognized that ideas...

...rule the world.

Not might alone.

To Napoleon Bonaparte.

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Thank you.

Out! Out! Out! Out!

Ignore him.

He's just an artist.

I am sorry we could not
be seated together.

You might have saved me
from my infuriating dinner companion.

He certainly caused quite a scandal.
Did I notice you smile?

Certainly not!

It was a grimace.

Although I have a feeling you'll
shortly have cause to smile yourself.

- Miss Heywood.
- Colonel Lennox.

Miss Lambe,

you should be dancing.

I insist upon it.

I have been waiting for you.

Miss Heywood, would you still
do me the honor?

With the greatest of pleasure, sir.

Given you profess

to loathe the man,

you do seem rather
fascinated by him.

As do you, Arthur.

I must apologize for the seating
arrangements at dinner.

- If it weren't for convention,
I would have... - It's all right.

I know my place
as a lowly governess.

There's nothing lowly about you,
Miss Heywood.

Do you remember the first time
we danced together?

The day my father
married your mother.

It took me an hour to find
the courage to ask you.

I was in awe of you then.

I still am.

That one doesn't let
the grass grow.

In battle, we defeated our enemy
by holding fire

until he was very close,

then charging with bayonets
and firing a single volley.

A rather extreme strategy for
educating an 18-year-old girl,

wouldn't you say?

My meaning is,

wait till your enemy's close,

then you may take
your best shot.

Let her see you,
you may best see her.

Perhaps that's true.

I should be more open with her.

Then hopefully I shall have
no need to employ the bayonet.

- Colonel.
- Oh, excuse me.

Arthur.

Yes, brother, I'm here.

At supper,

Colonel Lennox was highly
complimentary about your stepbrother.

I didn't recognize
the man he described.

Apologies for the Lockhart
fellow's outburst.

Believe me, he does not
represent Sanditon.

- It's just his sense of humor.
- Please, gentlemen.

- So... To friendship.
- To friendship.

Now, let's forget any troubles
we have with a game.

- This is not the time to gamble.
- My brother is right.

I do not wish to lose my money.

Then I'll stake you.

Captain Carter, the dice.
I'm staking Mr. Parker five pounds.

Tom?

Well, Tom?

Are you in or out?

Knock.

Now you throw for main point.

Which means you need the five,
six, seven, eight, or nine.

Of course... main point.

Seven!

Hey!

Very good.

I suppose that toast
was for my benefit.

Don't flatter yourself.

It was for my own amusement.

And was it worth it,
given...

it has earned you the contempt
of almost everyone in the room?

Almost everyone?

Who's the exception?

I made a decision

not so long ago

not to care
what anyone thinks of me.

It was enormously liberating.

I prefer to live my life
on my own terms,

outside the narrow confines
of polite society.

I highly recommend it.

Then again,
it takes a brave lamb

to wander from the flock.

You need to roll a four to win.

Wait, what just happened?

You threw a four.

They lost, you won.

And if I'd not thrown a four?

You'd have paid back
double the stakes.

I need to sit down.

You played admirably, Tom.

You're a worthy opponent,
indeed.

Get this man a bottle of wine!

I am trying to follow
Georgiana's advice

and be more reserved, but
it is so hard when I am with him.

Try not to fall too fast,
Alison.

Can't you feel from my heartbeat

that it's just too late
for such advice?

Edward.

Edward. I intend to ask your colonel
to join me for tea tomorrow.

I wish to show him
my brother's medals.

I'm sure he'd be delighted,
Aunt.

And it would also provide
an opportunity for him

to give his unvarnished
impression of you.

Edward...

Might I persuade you to dance?

- Sister, I would gladly...
- Not with me.

I'd rather dance barefoot
on broken glass.

Miss Hankins.

Which of them is this
designed to humiliate?

Neither.

It's to repay Miss Hankins
for her kindness.

And to see how far
Edward would go

to prove he's a human being.

Can I interest you in a nightcap,
Mr. Parker?

I have a rather good port wine
in my studio.

Oh, well, I adore port wine.

Alison?

Thank you, Captain.

- I have had the most wonderful evening.
- As have I.

Worthy of Cowper.

Thank you.

Fraser, you must help me.

Miss Heywood,
she is a woman of refinement,

poetry.

You know such things.

Please.

Why?

As a friend
and fellow officer, Declan.

Thank you.

I'll be forever in your debt.

Miss Heywood.

Thank you for your advice
on military strategy.

I hope it proves useful.

Let me know if you wish
to borrow a cannon.

I'm not sure
Mr. Colbourne would sanction that.

Colbourne, did you say?

Yes.

Why? Do you know him?

Only by reputation.
I bid you a good evening.

Good evening.

I wondered

if there was anyone who caught
your eye at dinner last night.

Unlike Alison, I don't swoon
at the sight of a soldier.

It was not a soldier
you were sitting next to.

I maintain my first impression
of Mr. Lockhart:

he's all conceit and affectation.

I'd hoped you'd find yourself
sitting next to someone

- handsome and eligible...
- No more talk of marriage.

I beg you.

I've had my fill of suitors.

If...

and when I marry,

If and when I marry,

Mine and mine alone.

I hope you didn't mind

my asking Captain Denham
to join us, milady.

He was as keen to hear about
his late uncle as I am.

Yes, well, Edward has always
taken a very keen interest

in family matters.

I'm not surprised

your nephew is from such
a distinguished lineage.

These past months,
he has proved himself

an exemplary officer.

Honorable, courageous,
disciplined.

Yes, so you said,
at the mess dinner.

If I may...

I know

familial relations between you
have been strained in the past.

But when he joined up,
Captain Denham

spoke of a desire to atone.

And nothing I've seen since
has caused me to doubt

his sincerity.

Colonel Lennox,
let me show you

Maximilian's portrait.

I trust you two can be civil
with each other

if I leave you alone.

Now, this portrait
was painted when he was 17.

Miss Colbourne and I
are going

to look for food
for her snails this afternoon.

Will you join us?

The charms of a simple farm girl
may work on a child,

but they do little
to enchant me.

Nor any potential suitor,
I should imagine.

Maybe that is why you are
condemned to such a loveless

and lonely life,
Miss Heywood.

Well, one of the reasons.

I have known love,
Miss Markham.

And let me guess,

he ignored
your every simpering advance.

No.

I was loved in return.

But circumstances
conspired against us.

Then he died.

Miss Markham,

our lives may seem worlds apart,

but I know
what it means to grieve.

We are nothing alike,

Miss Heywood.

Tell me something.

Your parents.

A happy memory, perhaps.

I...

I used to play for them.

Lively tunes that would make
everyone laugh.

They would sing.

I could play for you.

If you'd like.

My Aunt Lucy's spinet
in the drawing room.

We can unlock it.

I should very much like that.

Esther, if our aunt
can forgive me...

Well, that remains
very much in question.

I'm sorry,

desperately sorry,
for how I wronged you.

But ever since my return
to Sanditon, I've done

my best to prove to you
that I am reformed.

Does the colonel's word
count for nothing?

I barely know the man.
I know you all too well.

But you're not the same woman
that you once were.

Marriage has transformed you.

You carry yourself differently.

You have an assurance
that you never had before.

That's because I escaped
your influence.

I don't doubt it.

But the point is,
if you can be

so utterly changed,

is it not possible
that I might be, too?

Why is it kept locked?

You know Leonora.

She will have it destroyed
in an instant.

Seems it hasn't been played
in some time.

- It's a bit out of tune.
- My ear

is not refined enough to say.

Perhaps you could play
something.

I'm a bit out of practice.

Louder.

Stop.

Forgive me, sir, I...

This is locked for a reason.
Who told you you could play it?

Augusta, this has your name
written all over it.

No, sir... it was I.

I asked one of the servants
for the key.

What is the point in a spinet
if not to be played?

Leonora,
what are youwearing?!

Miss Heywood said a woman
can dress

for whatever suits her purpose.

She says a girl can be whatever
she wants to be.

I have tried,
Mr. Colbourne.

And like those before you,
you have failed.

No, sir.

I shall not shoulder
that burden alone.

You told me I'm not here
to educate you,

but there is much
you have to learn.

Miss Colbourne lacks a mother
and also a father.

She lost the former

to the grave
and the latter to his work.

And Miss Markham,

were she to let anyone in,

might become a woman
of lively intellect,

ready to step into society,
as you desire.

But who listens to her?

Who even speaks
in this house of silence,

this mausoleum?

So, this may be the last lesson
I teach in this house,

but it is decidedly
the most pertinent!

You wish to leave?

No, but I assumed...

Tomorrow, then.

Same time.

It seems you owe me
a shilling, sir.

Why did you lie for me?

Why did you lie to me?

I wanted you gone.

To be replaced
by another governess?

Then another?

My parents have been replaced.

My home.

My whole life.

Then forge a new life.

A new path.

That is what I'm trying to do.

I didn't lie to you.

I did use to play
for my parents.

We did laugh.

And you shall again.

What is it?

Clara?

I thought I'd made it
perfectly clear

that you were never
to darken my doors again!

- Throw her out!
- No!

Aunt...

I have nowhere else to turn.

- I have been used and abandoned.
- That is no concern of ours.

Please!

I am with child!

It is Edward's!

So, who are you dreaming of?

Your strange new employer?

Or a certain colonel?

Alison.

What do you want from me?

Isn't it obvious?

He's both a hero and a poet.

Be on your guard
against Mr. Colbourne.

Just take my word.