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- Ah, Miss Heywood.
- Ah.

Good morning,
Mr. Parker, Miss Parker.

Oh, and what a splendid morning
it is, Miss Heywood.

'Tis by no means splendid,
it is quite unbearable.

If we're not blinded
by the sun,

we shall be incinerated
by the heat!

Well, can't stop.

Dr. Fuchs is expecting us

for our daily repairs.

- Toodle-oo!
- Ma'am.

- Thank you, miss.
- Thank you.

Next.

Money, miss?

Crockett!

And Alison says our Harry's
grown a whole two inches.

I am certain
she exaggerates.

- I have not been here a month.
- Really?

You have become
such a part of our family

that it seems like a lot longer.

Does it not, my dear?

No.

Sorry?

I am sorry Mr. Parker could not
join us for breakfast.

Apparently his mind has
a prior engagement.

Forgive me, my dear.

It's, just...
well, um...

I'd rather hoped
the post might bring word

from Sidney at last.

I am sure you've no cause
to doubt Sidney, sir.

He seemed quite galvanized
with the thought of our regatta

- and set off with great purpose.
- Quite right, my dear.

He'll doubtless return
with good news at any moment.

I am glad to hear you speak well
of my brother-in-law,

Charlotte.

You weren't always
so convinced of his virtues.

No, I, uh...

I admit I may have been
a little overhasty

forming an opinion.

Ah, you need feel no shame
on that account.

My brother's merits are often
slow to advertise themselves.

Perhaps he is
an acquired taste then, sir.

Like anchovy paste.

Well said, Charlotte.

That's it exactly.

Far too peppery
for some,

but altogether
habit-forming

once you get
the hang of it.

Oh.

Not bad news,
I hope, Aunt?

The Earl of Sussex
is engaged.

How dreadfully inconsiderate
of him.

I had no idea you were minded
to marry again, Aunt.

I am not thinking of myself,
you ninny!

I already have a title
and wealth.

What possible reason
would there be

for me to marry again?

No, all these exertions

are for the benefit of
my ungrateful nephew and niece.

- That is typically generous of you, Aunt.
- I know.

My largesse shall be
my downfall.

And as for your prospects,
Clara,

I fear they are
beyond remedy.

I should be content to remain
here as your ward

- forever, Aunt.
- Oh.

Well, nothing lasts forever.

Here, you can deliver this

to Denham Place for me.

Oh, I-I would, Aunt.

It's just that only,
with my injured arm...

Oh, for heavens' sake,
child.

It was barely a singe.

You've had more than
your measure of sympathy.

A walk and some fresh air
will do you good.

Here.

Now, go on.

Run along with you.

I hope I'm not intruding,
Mr. Stringer?

Please, excuse the humble state

of our dwelling, Miss.

Not quite Trafalgar House,
I'm afraid.

Right, Hercules,
get out there, boy.

This is far
more comfortable.

It reminds me of my home
in Willingden.

Miss Heywood's come to see
how you're recovering, Father.

That's kind of you, Miss,
but 'tis a fuss over nothing.

I've known far worse.

You can tell young'un here

I am more than ready
to resume my labors.

I am afraid my father's
quite mistaken.

The doctor was clear.

He made a good enough job
of my leg,

but what does he know
about masonry?

Oh, a pagoda.

One of Mr. Nash's designs?

Inspired by him,
I'll admit.

Mr. Parker asked me
to prepare it a few weeks ago.

Young'un was up half the night
with it.

Wasted three candles.

Hardly wasted, sir.

It is a work of art.

Beg your pardon, Miss,

but that is by the by.

My son is a foreman.

Not his place
to be drawing up plans.

But

might a man not elevate
his station, Mr. Stringer,

when he is blessed with talent
and prepared to work hard?

Aye, Miss.

Those are my feelings
exactly.

I must beg to differ.

You make the best

of the hand you're dealt.

It's a fool says otherwise.

Well, I, uh,

I am glad to find you in
such good heart, Mr. Stringer,

but I have taken up
enough of your time.

Miss Heywood.

Miss Heywood!

I have to take you
to Miss Lambe.

I came as fast as I could.

- Your maid said it was an emergency?
- 'Tis.

It's a glorious day,
and I am trapped inside

with the Gorgon and those
prattling Beaufort sisters.

You must rescue me at once
before I lose my mind.

Rescue you?

And how do you propose I do
that?

A picnic?

I am afraid it's out
of the question.

Picnics are the preserve
of farmhands and savages.

Forgive me, Mrs. Griffiths,
but I cannot entirely see

the danger in eating
out of doors.

It is an invitation

to licentiousness.

For a lady to be seated
on the ground while eating,

in full view of anybody
who might pass...

I mean it's not just
undignified, Miss Heywood,

it's ungodly.

I wonder if it might
reassure you

to know that we shan't
be alone?

Mr. and Mrs. Parker
will be joining us.

Mr. and Mrs. Parker?

Why did you not say?

Look what the morning post
has brought.

Yet another billet-doux
from your unflagging suitor.

If you love me, you'll burn it,
along with the others.

And deny us
our morning's entertainment?

Not a chance.

"Dear Miss Denham,

"Despite your best efforts
to rebuff my attentions,

"I find myself compelled
to continue our correspondence.

I have no expectation
of receiving a reply,

"but that will not deter me
in the least.

"Exercise is of some good
to me,

"and I write without any
intention of paining you

"or humbling myself.

Others might find your silence
disheartening,

but I have always believed

that a prize too easily won
has no real worth..."

All right, Edward,
that's enough!

The maid left my stays

far too loose this morning.

If you wish to make yourself
useful,

come here, pinch me in.

Be sure to pull
good and tight,

unless you want me to look
like a boy.

Oh, nobody wants that.

I can't believe
that you're not at least

a little amused
by the letters.

Is the notion that
a man might be in love with me

- really so laughable?
- No.

No, it is not that exactly.

Harder, Edward.

It's just the very idea
that you could ever favor him

that I find so deliciously...

preposterous.

Babington is passably handsome,
outrageously rich, and a lord.

For all you know,
he wears down my resistance

- with every letter.
- Hmm.

How many would-be suitors have I
seen founder

on the rocks
of your disdain?

It will take a bolder man
than Babington

to pierce your armor.

What was that?

It'll be one of the servants.

I do not think
I've ever seen anyone lie

with quite such virtuosity.

Hmm.

The fault is entirely hers.

Were she not so pious,
we'd have had no cause to lie.

And it worked,
did it not?

Here we both are,
at liberty.

Where are you leading us?

It is rather removed,
is it not?

That is what makes
it so perfect.

Georgiana,
who is this?

My name is Charlotte Heywood.

And who, sir,

might you be?

It is the dreadful hot weather,
doctor.

It is swelling every one
of my extremities.

I could find no evidence
of swelling, gnädiges Fraulein.

Of course not,

because it is as yet
invisible to the naked eye,

but if left untreated,

I dare not imagine
the consequences.

Might a fellow ask
where you're leading us?

It has been
my honor to examine you both

each day this past week.

It seems clear to me, Fraulein,

that your symptoms derive
from a simple case

of hysteria.

As for you, Herr Parker,
your condition

is entirely the result
of a sedentary lifestyle.

It is my belief

that you would both benefit
from the same exact remedy.

And what is that, pray?

Regular and vigorous
motion.

Egad.

Hello, what's your name?

Has Otis not the most
handsome face you've ever seen?

Forgive Georgiana.

She has far too high
an opinion of my virtues.

You may disregard most
everything she's told you of me.

As a matter of fact,
Mr. Molyneux,

she has told me nothing of you.

Until a moment ago,
I did not even know you existed.

I am sorry, Charlotte.

I couldn't risk anyone knowing
of Otis' presence.

Truth is...
we are forbidden

- from seeing each other.
- By whom?

My wretched guardian.

Who else?

Thank you for delivering
Georgiana to me,

Miss Heywood.

I am much in your debt.

But we will not trouble you
beyond this point.

I have found the most perfect
spot for our picnic.

I am sorry, I cannot simply
abandon Georgiana.

She will hardly be abandoned,

I will be keeping her company.

Forgive me, sir,
but we've only just met.

All I know is that
you are forbidden

from seeing each other.

And I gave my word

that I would keep an eye
on Georgiana.

Your word?

To whom?

Mr. Sidney Parker.

You are his spy?

No.

No, I...

I agreed to see that
you were kept safe, that's all.

I thought you were my friend,
not his.

I cannot imagine
a lovelier spot.

It would not be half so lovely
without you in it.

Tongue?

Or a little pork pie,
perhaps?

Thank you,

but I might take a drink first.

So tell me,
Mr. Molyneux,

what is it
that keeps you in London?

I am a merchant.

And what is your trade?

Mind what you say, Otis.

This will all be reported
back to Sidney.

That is not fair.

How is it that you and
Miss Lambe became acquainted?

We met at a ball.

Hmm.

Otis mistook me
for a servant.

He demanded
I fetch him a cup of wine.

I did not demand.

I was quite polite about it.

The very request was offensive.

Only because you held yourself
in such high esteem.

I found him to be rude
and sanctimonious.

I found her to be spoilt
and petulant.

I was uprooted.

Lost.

In despair.

Otis restored me to life.

Those three months were
the happiest I've known.

But then your friend
Mr. Parker

took it upon himself

to rip us apart.

However painful
that might have been,

Mr. Parker must surely have had
Georgiana's best interests

at heart.

Then you clearly don't know
Mr. Parker

as well as you think.

I hope
you will be pleased, sir.

I have completed the plans
for the pagoda,

just as you asked.

Perhaps you'd like
to take a look?

I trust they'll be
to your satisfaction.

Yes.

Do you know, on consideration,
I'm not so sure we need it.

What purpose would it serve,
after all?

We agreed, sir, it...

would provide a focal point
for the seafront.

Yes, well, never mind.

Let's concentrate on the job
in hand, shall we?

I must say, I had rather hoped

the Terrace would be
further along by now.

So had I, sir.

But I fear being a man down
has rather slowed our progress.

Yes.

Glad to hear
your father is recovering.

Aye.

It'll be a while
till he's back onsite.

Still.

Once we get the new laborers,
new equipment,

we shall pick up the pace.

Any idea when
that might be,

- Mr. Parker?
- Soon, soon, all in good time.

Sir, we were stretched enough
when my father was working.

You promised me a week ago.

No need to use that tone.

What do I tell my men?

Tell them there are
certain arrangements

I need to make first,
that is all.

Patience,
Young Stringer.

Going at quite a canter now,
what, Diana?

Is it not bracing?

That is hardly the word
I would use.

I fear a fall at this speed
would certainly prove fatal.

Well, I for one feel
utterly invigorated.

That Fuchs fellow is
a German genius.

Oh, you poor soul.

You must have taken leave
of your senses.

Oh, on the contrary.

I feel as if I am awakening
for the first time.

I'm minded to follow this up

- with a ten mile march.
- ButArthur,

you and I are not made
for such things.

Our constitutions are
altogether too,

too delicate
for physical activity.

Oh.

Goodness, Mr. Parker,
Miss Parker.

I had no idea you were such
accomplished equestrians.

Oh, neither had I, Sir Edward.

Tally ho!

Wait!

Arthur!

Do not leave me behind!

What a preposterous pair.

You're in
a peculiarly good mood.

Oh, is there any reason
I shouldn't be?

Our aunt has summoned us,
it hardly bodes well.

Hmm, on the contrary.

She probably wants us to help
Clara pack her bags.

You act as though
this is nothing more

than a schoolboy's game.

It is a game.

And soon enough,
Miss Clara Brereton will be sent

to the baths
with a bloodied nose.

And what then?

What happens once this
undignified contest is over?

Then...

we shall life a life that
even the poets would envy.

We shall swim the Hellespont,
roam the canals of Venice.

Whatever it is your
heart desires, my dear sister,

you shall have it.

How goes our terrace?

I fear for the craftsmanship
without me there.

You won't be getting there
any time soon.

As for the men
we were promised...

I begin to wonder
if Mr. Parker's word

has any worth at all.

You mind your mouth,
young 'un.

That's no way to speak
of the gentleman

who pays your wages.

You and I both know

it's one hollow promise
after another.

If you'd only listened to me.

If I listened to you,
I'd still be laying bricks.

You heard what
Miss Heywood said.

What's wrong with aspiring
to a better life?

This life's been good enough
for me.

- And it were enough for my father.
- Aye,

and his father before that.

God knows
you've told me enough times.

But it's not enough for me.

This is such a blessed relief

- from dull, dreary old Sanditon.
- Mmm.

How I wish we could escape it
altogether.

Sanditon's not as bad
as all that, Georgiana.

As a matter of fact, I've become
exceedingly fond of the place.

Fond of what, exactly?

I'm afraid its appeal
is lost on me.

Otis?

Where are you going?

You yearn to escape.

And earlier I saw a boat
just along the riverbank.

You cannot.

You're not suggesting that
we steal a stranger's boat?

Absolutely not,
Miss Heywood.

We are simply going
to borrow it.

Don't be such a stick
in the mud, Charlotte.

I'm not a stick in the mud.

If you are worried about what
Sidney will think, don't be.

He's in London.

He never needs to know
about any of this.

Thank you.

♪ For all that, and all that ♪

♪ Our toils obscure and that. ♪

Ladies.

What a goodly day

for a constitu...

for a constitu...

constitu...

Sidney!

Tom will be overjoyed
to see you.

He's been so impatient
for your return.

I daresay you understand

the source of his concerns
better than I?

Ah, he merely asked me to help
with the regatta, that's all.

Where is he?
Is he at home?

I have no idea where he is.

And, uh,

what of your house guest?

Charlotte?

She has gone to see
Miss Lambe.

They seem to have struck up
quite a friendship.

Then she's being
as good as her word.

You know, I'm minded
to visit Georgiana now.

Perhaps I'll find Miss Heywood
still with her.

♪ There is a ship
sailing on the sea ♪

♪ She's water deep
as deep can be ♪

♪ But not so deep
as in love I am ♪

♪ I care not if ♪

♪ I sink or swim. ♪

I wish we could carry on
forever.

Follow the current

to the sea and just...
keep on.

And no one could keep us apart.

There is a way
we can be together forever.

Not again, Otis.

Georgiana Lambe,

I cannot live another day
without you by my side.

I must ask
that you do me the honor

of becoming my wife.

And I swear that if you refuse
me this one last time,

I shall be forced to throw
myself overboard.

I cannot marry
without Sidney's consent.

You know that.

If my life were my own...

how different
the answer would be.

Well...

Never let it be said that
I'm not a man of my word.

Otis!

Otis!

Mr. Molyneux?

Mr. Molyneux?

You fool.

Oh.

Be honest, Doctor,

is there a chance
he may yet live?

Or must we accept
what is to come?

My dear Fraulein,

I have but rarely known a case

of sun stroke to be fatal.

Sun stroke?

Ja, ja.

If I may,

Rome was not built in one day.

The next time you exercise,

Herr Parker,

- may I suggest...
- "Next time"?

Surely we have proven
beyond doubt

that such exertions have
a pernicious effect

on my brother.

No, I am sorry,

but I can never allow you
to ever exercise again.

From now on, Arthur,
you must move

only when it is essential.

Very well, sister.

If it will ease your mind,
I shall henceforth

compel myself to adopt
a recumbent lifestyle.

Yes.

Oh you poor soul,
I think that would be best.

Speak to me; I shall answer

For her.
Your will?

Most radiant,

exquisite and
unmatchable beauty,

I pray you, tell me if this
be the lady of the house."

Really, girls,

you might at least try and put
a little bit of feeling into it.

It is supposed
to be poetry,

after all.

Mr. Parker.

I had no idea

you were back
in Sanditon.

Sorry to interrupt,
I've come to see Georgiana.

Alas, she is not here.

Um, she and Miss Heywood
are attending

your brother and
Mrs. Parker's picnic.

You must be mistaken.

I have just been at Mrs.
Parker's, I saw no sign of a picnic.

or of Georgiana.

But-but she said...

She said what,
Mrs. Griffiths?

For far too long,

the pair of you
have idled about,

in the vague hope

of some future inheritance.

Well,

it will not do.

You may have squandered
your chances

with Miss Lambe, Edward,

but there is plenty of
low-hanging fruit to be found,

if you know where to look.

You have drawn up a list?

In descending order
of eligibility.

Naturally the primary
requirement

is wealth,

closely followed by title.

And what about beauty

and charm?

Don't be pedantic.

There's a gentleman
in Norfolk named Marston

who has 80,000

and six daughters.

The eldest is married,

but he has struggled in vain
to find a taker for the second.

I cannot think why,
because I'm told

her squint is barely noticeable
from the side.

Really, Aunt...

Oh, for heaven's sake,

He still has
four other daughters.

I can't believe one of them
won't be to your liking.

I shall arrange a visit.

Well, that's very good of you,
Aunt, but...

And as for you, if you can keep
that scowl off your face

for long enough, there's no
reason why we shouldn't find you

a husband by Michaelmas.

I wouldn't count on it,

given how skilled Esther is
at deterring suitors.

Even Babington's bound
to give up, sooner or later.

Lord Babington?

Oh yes,
he's quite besotted.

Oh.

Well.

Esther.

I trust you've been fanning
the flames of his ardor?

Certainly not.
I have been ignoring him.

Oh, you foolish,

ungrateful child!

Lord Babington couldn't be
a better prospect

if he was advanced in years
and in poor health.

He'd be a perfect husband.

For someone else, perhaps.

And why not you?

What is it you want?

Could it be that no man

will ever measure up
to Edward?

That's a fair question,
I grant you.

I have rarely seen two people
enjoy such intimacy.

If you could,

I suspect you would marry
each other.

Oh really,
what nonsense you talk.

Your company is so much more
agreeable when you smile

and say nothing.

Why don't you play
for us instead?

Otis was more
or less raised on the water.

He is half man,
half porpoise.

Your father was a mariner?

Uh, no, but the man
who gave me my freedom was.

Your... your freedom?

I was born in Africa.

Taken from my mother
and sold as a child.

Then providence placed me
in the path of a gentleman.

He gave me freedom,
an education.

That is why I now spend my days

fighting for the liberty
of others.

Otis belongs
to the Sons of Africa.

They're devoted to ending
enslavement for good.

But...

surely slavery is consigned
to history?

Would that were so,
Miss Heywood.

I'm afraid there are thousands
who yet remain in bondage.

And its legacy is all
around us.

How do you mean?

It's in the sugar
of your tea,

it is in the cotton
of your dress.

It is in the grand houses

of half the nobility
of this country,

built with fortunes wrung
from the blood and toil

of my brothers and sisters.

You should ask your friend
Sidney Parker

about his time in Antigua.

He was glad enough
to turn a blind eye

when there was money to be made.

Damn it.

Where the hell are they?

You cannot leave just yet.

It is too soon.

You barely just arrived.

It shall not be long
before I return.

There is not a thing
on God's earth

that can keep us apart.

I will walk you
to your coach.

We cannot risk being
seen together.

I know of a back route.

There is far less chance
of our being discovered.

Forgive me, Miss Heywood.

I fear I was rude
when we first met.

I was hardly charitable
towards you either.

I must ask.

For the life of me,

I cannot think what Sidney's
objections to you could be?

Is it not obvious?

Look at him.

This piece is to be played

allegretto.

I will need some help
turning the pages.

Esther,

would you be so kind?

Well, you heard her,
off you trot.

Do you care
for Italian songs, Esther?

Not in the least.

Perhaps your taste runs
closer to home?

I find silence is
much undervalued.

If I were an aria,

I believe my tempo would be
semplice.

As for you, I think,

this evening at least,
you would be agitato.

You are confusing agitation
with boredom.

And what of Edward?

What kind of a tempo

should we give him?

I do not see the point
in this exercise.

How about lusigando?

Forza?

Appassionato?

Esther, what's the matter?

This mawkish music is
insufferable!

Do not trouble yourself.

I will see to her.

The London coach
stands ready.

Mrs. Griffiths will never know
you were here.

Can you imagine

what she would say if she knew?

I think she would burst
into actual flames.

Really, Miss Lambe.

This licentious behavior
will not do!

I shall be asking
Reverend Hankins

to pray for your soul!

He can pray all he likes.

I don't think his God is
the same as mine.

You see,
Georgiana, this is exactly

why I locked you away
in Mrs. Griffiths' dungeon!

Oh, now that is uncanny.

To keep you out of mischief
while I, Sidney Parker,

gallivant around London with
my high-society, dandy friends.

Stop, stop.

No, do go on.

I am intrigued to hear
what I might say next.

Mr. Molyneux.

You are the very last person

I'd expect to find
in Sanditon.

Forgive me, sir.

I would have notified you
of my visit,

but I cannot be certain of
the welcome I would receive.

Oh, you could be
entirely certain.

My position hasn't changed,
nor will it.

Mrs. Griffiths,

Miss Lambe must not
see this man again.

Very good, Mr. Parker.

And if I see you
within a mile of my ward,

I will not be held responsible
for my actions.

Am I understood?

Perfectly.

Mrs. Griffiths, kindly take
Miss Lambe

back to her lodgings.

- Now! Go! Move!
- Reverend Hankins.

Come, come along.

Wait!

You could at least allow them
a proper parting.

Thank you, Miss Heywood,
this is none of your concern.

- Otis!
- Miss Lambe...

- Otis!
- Please, Miss Lambe.

We don't want to make a
spectacle of ourselves,

now, do we?
Come.

Come now, Miss.

- Come along, Miss Lambe.
- This way.

Did we not agree

that you would look out
for Georgiana,

keep her out of trouble?

I should have known
you weren't to be trusted.

And I should have known,
despite your professed concern,

you care nothing
for her happiness.

I would ask you to refrain

from making judgments
about a situation

- you don't understand.
- I understand perfectly well.

Oh, of course you do,
even though you've known

Georgiana but a handful of weeks
and him but a matter of hours.

That was time enough
to learn that Mr. Molyneux is

as respectable a gentleman as
I have ever had cause to meet.

You seem to find it impossible
to distinguish

between the truth
and your own opinion.

The truth!

You wish to speak of
the truth, Mr. Parker?

The truth is you're so blinded
by prejudice that you would

judge a man by the color
of his skin alone...

You speak out of turn.

Why should I expect any better
from a man whose fortune

is so tainted with
the stain of slavery?

That is enough!

I do not need to justify myself
to you.

Mr. Stringer!

Kindly see Miss Heywood
back to Trafalgar House.

Of course.

Thank you, but I am
in no mood to go home.

I think I shall take
a walk.

One of your servants must have
left the door unlocked.

I must say
it is kind of Edward

to help you dress
in the morning.

I wonder,
does he also undress you

at the day's end?

One cannot lace
one's own stays.

And I did not have a servant
to hand.

That is all.

Men can be so artful in
their persuasion, can they not?

And it is so much
harder to resist

when you are sleeping
under the same roof.

For me, it was an uncle.

You are not suggesting
I am the victim

of some unnatural coercion?

He is your brother.

What could be more unnatural
than that?

By marriage alone!

We share no blood!
Were it not for the fact

we bear the same name,
we would be...

You would be what?

No.

It cannot be.
You are not in love with him?

That is the most ridiculous
thing I have ever heard.

Of course you are.

It is so obvious,
now that I think of it.

My poor, dear Esther.

You have my pity.

I have no need
of your pity.

Oh, but you do.

I have seen enough
of Sir Edward Denham

to know how this story ends.

Do not presume to know the
first thing about my brother.

May I give you some advice,
my dear?

Listen to our aunt.

Find yourself a wealthy husband
now, while you still can.

Because whatever
this happy future is

that you imagine
for the pair of you,

it is quite impossible.

But in your heart of hearts
you already know that.

Forgive me,
Mr. Stringer.

I fear I am
very poor company.

On the contrary, miss.

After the day I've had,

a walk in companionable silence

is just what I needed.

I'm rather ashamed
of myself.

Losing my temper like that.

I'm sure you must have good
reason

- to lose your temper.
- Oh, I did.

Indeed, I did.

Certain people are
inherently disagreeable.

You can try to convince yourself
otherwise,

but the more you try
to get to know them,

the more you realize just how
disagreeable they really are.

Upon my word, miss,

you are not afraid
to speak your mind.

Perhaps I should be.

Perhaps I would do better
to merely simper

and say nothing.

Is that not what young ladies
are supposed to do?

Please don't.

I wouldn't wish for you
to change,

not for the world.

Thank you, Mr. Stringer.

Would that all men
could be like you.

I do wish you would tell me

what the matter is.

I am sick of all of it.

Well, then it's a good thing

it will all be over
soon enough.

How?

I cannot see
how we shall ever be rid

of Clara,
and there's every chance

our aunt could live
another 20 years.

And what are we to do
in the meantime?

How long are we to continue
this half-life?

- What choice do we have?
- We could escape.

You said it yourself.

The Hellespont,
Venice.

All that you promised.

Why wait?

In case you've forgotten,
we're dirt poor.

We could scarcely afford even
the most basic apartment.

And what if Clara were
to seize the advantage

- in our absence?
- So what if she does?

- It's only money.
- It's only money.

We'll have each other,
is that not enough?

There is no one alive
I love as much as you.

Tell me you do not feel
the same.

Of course.

But I do not see the merit
in running away.

That money is
our birthright.

We must be practical,
Esther.

If you are right, who knows
how long our aunt may yet live?

Sooner or later,
I must find a wife,

and you a husband.

Else what kind of
a future can we look forward to?

Yes.

Quite right, brother.

For a moment there,
I quite forgot myself.

No matter.

No, no,
that is not possible.

Clearly, you forgot to explain
about the regatta,

that we're soon to be the most
popular resort

on the south coast.

Did you even mention
Dr. Fuchs?

Tom, I spoke to
three different banks at length.

Not one of them is willing to
extend your credit any further.

Then what do you suggest
I do now, Sidney, hmm?

What exactly do I do now?

Why not try living
within your means?

That might help.

I'm sorry.

But I've done everything
you've asked of me, Tom.

I am not your keeper.

I will gladly own my mistakes,

but I cannot own yours.

Mr. Parker.

Miss Heywood.

You see?

Did I not tell you that
Sidney would return before long?

Right as always,
my dear.

And?

Was his news all you hoped for?

Better, even.

Sidney...
Sidney has worked wonders.

As a matter of fact, my dear,
I have, um,

bought you...

a little something
to celebrate.

You had no need to.

It is quite lovely.

Think of it as a promise.

A promise of what?

Of things to come, my dear.

Of things to come.

I managed to slip past
Mrs. Griffiths.

I'm no longer
under any illusion.

Sidney Parker is self-important,
prejudiced, and cruel.

If he has made it his mission
to keep you and Otis apart,

well, I shall make it mine
to defy him.

Mr. Wilcock.