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Mary!

Mary! Mary!

Did you plan for the bells to ring, Miss Smith?

Perhaps.

We heard that you agreed to a quiet ceremony,

but we created a small celebration!

What next, Mrs. Hearne?

I will prepare our wedding breakfast.

Eggs and ham.

You can sit in the kitchen on your new chair and watch.

But I want you to eat and get off my heels.

Poor Miss Matty, hasn't had her pudding for the last few weeks.

She's going to faint!

I don't understand why she keeps pretending.

Everyone knows which bank collapsed.

They don't know that she lost everything!

Anyway,

It's none of our business, Jem.

You made it so.

You put us here as guests!

I'm sorry it ended like this.

My mother is happy with the money.

I brought you a book of verses.

There's that poem you like so much, by Mr. Gray.

"Elegy Written in a Peasant Cemetery"

Miss Smith?

I understand that Mrs. Rose is with Miss Pole.

But I didn't know I had taken all the furniture!

Dr. Morgan sent a cart for this.

Have you seen Sophie?

He went to stay with an aunt in Shropshire.

I don't know how this confusion occurred.

I swear I only sent Sophie a valentine!

Mary!

I have to talk to you.

I can't invite you to tea.

Mrs. Rose is in the living room in the depths of melancholy!

I told her, "The tragedy of your situation, my dear,

"It was just that she was very gullible,

"not only for not realizing the vileness of the man and his actions,

"but also, for believing

who had interest in his heart! "

Married people are all the same,

leave their common sense at the altar.

Did you know you didn't even let me reapply the dye to your hair?

There's a big white stripe dividing its head!

Is it true about Miss Matty?

Who lost all his money and is in trouble?

I never thought that I would see the day that I would be separated from them.

They were our father's.

I don't remember him without a book in his hand,

or at your desk.

They were little used. They are in good condition.

Maybe it's right to let the Dean buy them.

I'm sure of that.

It will add a lot to your knowledge,

and the contents of your wallet.

I thought they would stay in the family.

But after our father died,

Deborah and I discovered

that he had left them to our brother, Peter.

Mary knows everything about Peter.

He was a kid. He would have picked her nose.

Dad always hoped he would come home.

Can you pass another sheet of paper, Jessie?

We can package these.

I'll make some tea.

We have things in common, you and me.

We both saw a sister buried,

and we have someone dear to us in India.

Did Peter go to India?

He wrote to me from there.

Just once.

He said he would send me some muslin for a dress.

But it never arrived.

It's such a far away place.

Many things must be lost on the trip.

Have you ever heard footsteps on the street?

At night, when are you sitting?

Major Gordon used to come on horseback.

I can't deny that sometimes

when I hear horse hooves,

something inside me hits for a moment.

I wish it weren't like that.

Because I don't think it's despair that hurts us,

but hope.

Can you hand me the string?

- Good afternoon, Mr. Carter. - Good afternoon.

Today I walked through the woods.

There was a wild bee orchid right on the path!

It's a rare thing. I would have liked to see her.

I hope to get back there with my sketchbook.

Tomorrow, I will go, before it withers.

Miss Galindo, by any chance, knows how

the deed to Hanbury Court came into possession

from Lady Ludlow's bench?

His lordship expressed a desire to see you three weeks ago...

In conversations there were reminiscences of

its family importance in English history.

So, she said...

I would like to see the scripture,

for some of the dates had escaped his memory.

So, in favor of Lady Ludlow, you came into my office,

Did you unlock the drawer and get the documents?

Yes, I did.

Miss Galindo,

Lady Ludlow mortgaged the property,

against my advice, without my knowledge,

and as a direct consequence of your help!

You've left me with no choice, Mr. Carter.

I knew I wouldn't sanction this,

So, I dealt directly with the bank.

The power of this decision is completely yours, my lady.

Thank you for the recognition.

I hope you see that I did it out of concern for

my property and not the other way around.

Ma'am, I could have gotten the money another way.

Don't you dare mention the railway!

I saw, with my own eyes, the path that would divide my land.

I saw the fields that would be devoured, the buildings that would fall!

The damage to Hanbury would be irreversible.

Home savings are possible.

If you closed the main house and went to the eastern wing,

we could reduce your staff by 40 or more.

And those who were dismissed?

They depend on this house for their livelihood.

My lady, you undertake a man

whose sole occupation is winding clocks!

I have big watches, Mr. Carter, and Will Jones is mute.

If it weren't for your occupation here, you would be in an asylum,

institution that I heard you detest.

My duty is sacred.

When I die, I will give my son his inheritance, intact.

With a mortgage attached.

Mortgages exist

to be paid.

With what, my lady? He doesn't have any money!

Your funds cannot pay this charge.

I'm sorry to speak so frankly to you.

Feel, Mr. Carter?

Yes.

Because I know it distresses you.

What's the matter, Mary, dear?

Anything.

We ladies of Cranford are

today, gathered in Mrs. Forester's drawing room,

to resolve an issue.

Miss Smith,

yesterday afternoon I spoke to all the ladies present here,

about the misfortune of our dear friend,

Miss Matilda Jenkyns.

I don't think any of us are what you would call...

"rica",

although we all have different competences,

enough for elegant and refined tastes,

and the opposite would also be the case,

if, commonly, flaunted.

And we all agree...

... we agree...

that even if we have pennies to save,

not only would it be our duty,

but a pleasure... A real pleasure!

... for each of us, to give what we can to help.

Mrs. Forester, please, you are betraying your emotions!

I am really sorry.

I almost don't know what to say,

in the face of such generosity.

You do not need to say anything.

We all know that if the position were reversed,

Miss Matty would be the first to offer us help.

Right now,

is terribly worried about the ten shillings she owes the butcher,

a widower, with twins!

I don't know if we can handle this.

My sister and I are clients of Mr. Goddard.

And... of course, we also agree,

and we would like to contribute in a confidential and discreet way,

so as not to hurt Miss Matty's feelings.

It's my suggestion.

I understand better than anyone

the delicate sense of independence

that exists in refined women.

Then,

let's write each one on sealed paper,

what we can dispose of, and then, Miss Smith,

you will confer with Captain Brown,

a scheme whereby the money will be passed on to Miss Matty

without her knowing, they are her friends.

The most important

is that it must appear to come from its own dividends.

Perhaps as a result of a miscalculation.

From the bank.

Try!

By Town &...

Mrs. Forrester!

There is no need to mention the name

of the establishment.

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Indeed, Mary, dear,

I really have very little to live on.

Less than £100 a year!

You have no need to make such a confession to me, Mrs. Forester.

I can't bear to think that the smallness of my contribution

may reflect affection and consideration

I have for dear Miss Matty.

I don't doubt that you gave what you could.

When we were both young,

I was 20, and she was a year or two older,

my mother was dying.

I had to go to the market with some eggs,

and as I approached Cranford,

I saw Miss Matty with a man.

Mr. Holbrook?

Miss Matty stared at the floor.

Holding a bouquet of primroses.

Mr. Holbrook spoke to him in a low voice.

I heard the words: "Please think again, I beg you."

But she didn't look at him. She continued picking the primroses.

I remember... the petals, in the mud.

I... I tried to crawl so I wouldn't be seen.

It was a very private conversation.

Miss Maty saw me.

He put his hand on my arm and asked for my mother!

And when I cried, she comforted me.

Although his own heart was very sad.

I've loved her ever since.

And that's why I regret not being able to give more.

When I invited you to Cranford, Frank,

I thought we would help each other.

You would build a reputation,

and I would retire from practice.

But no one will look for him after this scandal!

Not even if he works harder, because his name is ruined.

But, Dr. Morgan, I never courted Mrs. Rose!

Or Caroline Tomkinson!

I'm afraid I'll have to move.

I have to look for a new assistant,

and you will have to start over somewhere else.

Some place where it's not known.

It seems to me, Miss Matty, that the bank's miscalculation

it was his greatest luck.

You will receive £50 per year

in addition to £13 and 16 shillings,

that I thought I had lost.

Martha and Jem paying me rent and book sales,

Will I have enough to support me?

You will still be able to support yourself with half the income you had.

You will have to add something to this,

or else you will have to leave this house.

Miss Matty,

We would like to know if you would consider setting up a school.

Good...

As long as I don't teach math,

or French,

or label.

I wouldn't worry about teaching the world map,

because I never liked the notion that the world is round.

It makes me feel dizzy.

I suggest you open a store.

A store?

In this dining room.

What type of store?

I would advise you to sell some type of item,

daily, upon request.

Tea would be ideal.

I can't. I can't!

Enter the trade...

I'm sure your friends will accept it,

and they will admire your common sense.

Tea, indeed, is a very distinct form of trade, Miss Matty.

It is bought by people of various classes.

Inclusive a superior.

At least it's not a sticky commodity.

I couldn't bear having to handle things that leave residue.

I'm not sure I could consider that possibility.

I might offend Mr. Johnson by running against him...

Do you want me to ask you?

... without you knowing it.

Good morning, Mrs. Johnson.

Good morning, Miss Jenkyns. Nice to see you.

Last time, I was looking at silks.

I was.

But today, I would like to confer with Mr. Johnson.

What's the topic?

Tea.

If you would be kind enough to tell Miss Matilda

that there was an error in your account,

we would appreciate it

It will be a pleasure, Miss Tomkinson.

She had compassion when the good Lord took my wife.

Mr. Goddard, how are the darling twins?

They are already weaned,

and the boy began to eat pork.

Did you hear, sister? Pork!

Pork.

It's a result of your talent as a father.

There was less noise when they tore down the walls of Jericho!

And less dust!

Dear Mr. Johnson

He said he would make my dining room a very good store!

While you're at it, Mary, don't restrict yourself to Assam tea.

I watched the meter for an hour yesterday,

and they sold it like hotcakes!

I will sell all types of tea, except green tea.

It's terribly bad for digestion.

I must say it will be upholding Cranford's reputation,

secondly to buy tea.

We will lose reputation when we stay with just one doctor!

Is Dr. Harrison leaving?

The man cannot stay! There was so much nasty gossip!

Caroline Tomkinson played sick,

squeezing that miserable Valentine's Day card

and crying until it becomes more swollen and stained

than when you received it.

Undoubtedly, he must be waiting for a moonless night,

so that he can escape without being stoned.

A letter arrived. I think it's for Miss Smith,

but the handwriting is so smudged and blurred that I don't understand it.

Whose is it, Mary, dear?

It is for Dr. Marshland.

I am aware that this is a delicate issue.

But if we can prove that the card was written by someone else,

Don't you agree that everyone would benefit?

Oh, take it out of the drawer.

How important is that now?

I think we found our culprit.

It's the same letter. Unquestionably.

It's a letter to Dr. Marshland.

Are you corresponding with Dr. Marshland?

Yes. He prescribes my glasses.

These were sent to Lizzie and Helen Hutton.

I don't show them to increase your embarrassment,

but to lessen your anguish.

The joke wasn't directed at you, in particular.

Are you trying to defend that Irishman?

No.

I'm not.

"I don't pretend to understand

"the nature of friendship between men, Dr. Marshland,

"but, certainly, in some points, it resembles that of women.

“Where is your loyalty to Dr. Harrison?

"Where are your kindness and respect?

"And where is your compassion?

"Your career is ruined, along with your reputation,

"and your relationship ended,

"All because of your malicious prank.

"I beg you, sir,

"that you apply your intelligence to solve this disaster,

"for which he is most responsible.

"You can still save your relationship with Dr. Harrison,

"but I fear my regard for you will not be recovered."

Very good, ma'am.

Sophie?

Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie, are you sick?

I hoped it would come back better.

Me too, Miss Smith. Me too.

Let's go.

I would say that, apart from the infamous cart movement,

your only problem

It's in your heart.

Is sick?

Well, it's not something that can be treated.

Was awakened by love,

and he disappeared.

I warned him not to hurt her!

I sat down with him, I told him, very seriously,

respectfully, like a gentleman!

I advised him about his attitude as a doctor.

And look what you achieved.

Caroline Tomkinson was his patient!

And what about Mrs. Rose!

I had to prescribe him a spleen tonic.

Spoil your daughter with eggs and affection.

A girl's heart is stronger than it seems.

Dr. Harrison.

- I came to find out about Miss Hutton. - Miss Hutton must not be disturbed.

I have orders.

If you approach, I must go directly to the Rector.

Good afternoon, Dr. Harrison.

I assure you, Mr. Carter, I had no idea

than Lady Ludlow intended with the deed!

I'm sure of that.

In the same way, I am sure that no one...

no one on this earth, man or woman, could have stopped it.

Maybe the stems of these flowers are a little damp.

I wouldn't want it to stain the cuff of your sleeve.

Lady Ludlow was born in a different century, Mr. Carter.

She only had two tasks in her life,

support your child and preserve your land.

Thinking about that mortgage,

It should pierce her like a piece of glass.

Pierce me.

I worked alongside you for ten years.

Oh please! Don't think I don't consider that.

Hanbury has been the reason for much of my life.

However, I was not 30 when I was employed by Mr. Boatman,

who managed the property.

He trained me, even let me marry his daughter.

My wife had a little money.

And when he died,

was given to me so that I could buy a small farm,

to start again, far from your memory.

But I couldn't part with the past,

and I couldn't leave this place.

I was persuaded,

by a friend, investing in his mill, near Halifax.

Without much effort,

I made more money than I would have in 30 years at Hanbury.

But when I went to see the place that made me rich,

I got sick.

There were children dragging large sacks of wool,

sleeping under looms, exhausted.

It was so pitiful, it tore my soul apart.

I took my money from there, and deposited it in the bank,

where it yields more.

I can't think about touching it.

Sometimes I wonder if

the presence of money is no worse than the lack of it.

If only Lady Ludlow had consulted me about the mortgage,

could have dissuaded her.

She made her choice, Mr. Carter.

Septimus comes first.

All other things are secondary.

And the tragedy of this is that he will never return to Hanbury.

And as soon as he inherits, he will sell the entire property.

No, Mr. Carter.

The tragedy is

that Lady Ludlow knows this.

I'd like a pound, please.

Thanks.

I tried.

But I can't reconcile it with this new... venture.

She practically has a rope around her neck!

Mrs. Jamieson, she's still our friend.

I know you're our friend.

I'm still in this room. I'm your friend, too!

But, crossing that threshold, and becoming...

... client.

Your social position is high in our city.

Your approval would mean a lot.

I suggest an arrangement.

Mrs. Jamieson will take a pound of Pouchong!

Good choice!

If you wait in line.

It is a charming establishment!

It surpasses all descriptions of its charms.

We look forward to a visit that requires some tea.

Do you have any of the green kind?

I had to order it as it is very popular.

But I always advise against purchasing it.

How about the Assam kind?

Or Lapsang, which makes a robust cup?

Sister, which do you think is better?

Maybe a pound of each?

I'm good with the scales, if you need another pair of hands.

Sophie! I'm glad you're home.

You have to listen to me.

Not everything is what it seems to be!

Dr. Harrison is innocent.

You are burning with fever!

If he was innocent, he would be here now.

Would have come.

Try to calm down.

How can he not know my pain!

You need the doctor.

It's typhus.

There is no mistake.

You were wrong before.

Sometimes it follows the outpatient pattern,

and the patient's symptoms are generalized malaise

during the first two weeks.

After that, the disease may progress to a more serious stage.

What can be done for her?

If you have no objection, you could consult Mrs. Rose.

Her husband was known for his rubs and poultices.

Dr. Morgan, will my daughter die?

Miss Smith!

Dr. Marshland.

I was wondering if we would see him again.

Have mercy, Frank, open the door!

I'm sorry about the Valentine's Day card.

It was just a joke.

I know it's there.

Listen, Frank, I'm with Miss Smith.

She said Sophie Hutton has typhus.

Typhus?!

He is sure? Did they call me?

Dr. Morgan is treating her.

I'm going to "The George", rent a bed.

If you want to talk to me, I'll be there.

I'll apply a bubble to bring her out of her delirium.

No natural light should enter this room

or cold draft.

Now Bessie, stoke the fire.

We have to provoke a fever crisis.

"We surrender ourselves to God's mercy and protection.

"May God bless you and keep you.

"May God make his face shine upon her, and give her thanks.

"Light up our darkness, we pray, oh God,

"and with all your mercy, guide us through the dangers

"and risks this night, with the love of your only son,

"our savior, Jesus Christ."

Lady Ludlow will not sell a single acre as long as she lives.

Railroad money has a way of talking.

She may be deaf, but there are those who hear.

However, there will be a line to Cranford.

It may take longer, require more engineering,

but you will get there.

And I will be happy.

Captain Brown, there is no other way to Hanbury

benefit from the railroad?

Can't we sell you wood, fodder or tools?

Could you supply the quantities we need?

I don't know.

I don't think so, Mr. Carter. It cannot.

I went to Miss Tomkinsons to talk about the Valentine's card.

I apologized and they accepted it.

- Did you go to the rectory? - Yes.

I left a letter of confession, addressed to Reverend Hutton.

- Was Dr. Morgan there? - I think so.

He always advocates a purgative evacuation.

If her symptoms are gastric and not pulmonary,

the effects of fever will not be beneficial,

but, tremendously, dangerous.

If she vomits all the fluids and continues to sweat,

the effects of your constitution will be equal to that of anger!

She will die, Jack.

From dehydration and exhaustion!

What would you do?

It would eradicate the fever, not encourage it.

It would lower your temperature, completely.

They won't let you get close.

I'm close to her.

I'm in that room.

There was an explosion on the railway.

Two men died.

I brought you Mr. Carter.

Like this.

This is not your blood, I hope.

I was near a horse when the gunpowder exploded.

You will need an operation.

Logo.

Do you consent?

If you do.

Miss Galindo,

Can you bring a good quantity of ice from Hanbury Court?

Clear.

And see if you can send a message to Miss Mary Smith.

She helped me before and showed great common sense.

- Miss Galindo... - Yes?

When finished with such errands,

come back here

with ink and a pen.

And this is... out.

Then I will sew the corner of the eyelid.

Jack.

What's on the leg?

The loss of vitality is total.

No circulation, no reflection. No choice.

We have to amputate it above the knee.

Come help me when you're done.

We need to prepare the tools.

That is all.

Everything was considered.

It must be signed and needs witnesses.

Mr. Carter, I would be a good assistant,

If you didn't know how these things are done!

Shall I ask Dr. Harrison?

No.

I don't want him to know that I know the likely end of this.

You sign.

I'm a fool for giving in, Mr. Carter.

There is no likely end.

You hurt your leg, and it will be treated.

That is all.

Now...

Put your name here, over mine.

Also, I brought brandy and some linen.

Thanks.

You know as well as I do,

that this is an attitude rather than an excuse.

We spoke angrily the other day.

My apologies.

You have to conserve your energy, Mr. Carter.

I will speak with Dr. Harrison after the procedure,

and I will arrange your return to Hanbury as soon as he permits.

Miss Smith.

Help! Somebody help me!

Quickly!

His breathing stopped.

And your heart.

He's gone.

Your heart?

Doctors think there was an unidentified problem.

Possibly inside the chest.

In a moment, you will be able to see him,

if you wish.

Lizzie! What did the father say?

I'm not bothered!

Frank, you did your best.

Dr. Harrison, open the door!

Please, come!

Who is calling me?

Us.

Go get some ice. Now. All of it.

Inside. Now.

Wait for me.

You don't.

Let him in.

Dr. Harrison and I have had our misunderstandings,

but I watched your work for almost a year,

And if anyone can save her, now...

... it's him.

Go to her.

Thanks.

We need to lower the temperature now.

Walter died while crossing the equator.

I know my love.

But I will bring her home.

It's stuck!

The other Macintosh.

Beladon?

Two drops.

Two?

He is sure?

She did not answer.

Trust in me.

Try!

It's stabilizing.

Stabilizing...

And slowing down!

Decreasing...

Decreasing...

You can sleep now.

"Engraved in stone beneath that old thorn

"Here rest your head in the lap of the earth

"A man with no fortune and an unknown name

"Fair science did not see his humble birth

"And Melancholy marked him

"Great was your generosity

"And your sincere soul

"Heaven has sent you a great reward

"He gave everything he had in Misery,

"A tear

"He won from Heaven

"It was everything I wanted

"A friend."

There will be a funeral, boy.

They can ban me from going.

You can put the lid on now.

And you.

Yes.

I dreamed of a boat,

taken from the water,

placed upside down on the sand.

Why did I dream this?

Because it's not going anywhere.

Clove stone for children,

and mint for those who kill their livers with green tea.

It's the only way to calm my conscience!

Miss Matty, I had a talk with Martha today.

- He had? - Yes.

And there is change on the way.

Well, my dear, tell me what it is.

Poor Martha came to me a little distressed,

imagining you guessed what it would be.

But you didn't notice,

and she fears it could cause talk in the city.

Mary!

My dear...

AND...

Will there be a child?

A baby?

In this house?

I promise, Miss Matty,

that my protection will not last more than a fortnight!

God bless her!

Harry, please sit down.

I'm dirty from the stables.

Does not matter.

Mr. Carter,

who was our friend,

made a detailed will as his last will.

You will immediately have

a sum of £1,000.

You can use a portion to help your family,

but most of it should be used for your education.

£1.000?

Just for my education?

- Yes. - It's a lot!

You could build a school out of this.

Everyone could go!

Mr. Carter left a considerable inheritance.

In total, he left more than £20,000.

I borrowed almost £20,000 from the bank.

It's a huge amount,

and I recognize that it took away my sleep and mental peace.

Mr. Carter left him all his fortune,

when you are old.

With a condition.

You'll have to lend me most of it

for the duration of my life.

So that my mortgage can be paid off at the bank.

So when I die and my son inherits Hanbury,

it will repay you with accrued interest.

Mr. Carter knew him well.

When that day comes,

he would like you to use the money

to found a school.

Em Cranford.

But... he said you didn't want that!

I did not want.

That doesn't mean I was right.

When we finish this conversation,

you can read the will

and I want you to tell me what you think about it.

I think you must feel sad

when they tell you what to do.

She's not used to this.

Did Mr. Carter want me to go to school?

He stipulated Shrewsbury, in his will,

as it's not that far from Cheshire.

He also suggests that at first you go to Reverend Hutton,

to learn the Classics,

and that way you won't be behind other kids.

He thought of everything, didn't he?

Yes, he thought.

I'll do anything, you know?

Whatever Mr. Carter wants.

And me too.

I don't know what to play!

I've only lifted the lid these last few weeks.

Every time I start, poor Dad says his eye hurts!

I'm sure it will go away once the bandage is removed!

Dr. Marshland advises a temporary eye patch.

I'll look like a pirate!

Play this one.

# Across that beautiful shore

# And across that beautiful hill

# Where the sun shines bright

# Em Loch Lomond

# Where my true love and I will never meet again... #

Did you hear anyone outside?

I'll see.

It must be Jem Hearne coming home.

# Oh, you go up the road

# And I will go down the road

# And I'll be in Scotland before you

# Minus me and my true love

# Less me and my true love # Less me and my true love

# We will never meet again

# On the beautiful, beautiful shore

# Loch Lomond. #

Major Gordon?

It took me three months to return from India.

And I don't think I had time...

thinking about what to say!

Well, I hope you propose it again.

Miss Matty,

The purpose of Major Gordon returning from Chunderayabad is twofold.

Ask for Jessie's hand,

and bring something to you.

Tell me you know me.

You are my brother.

Peter.

I brought you the muslin I promised,

for your wedding dress.

Although I'm afraid I came a little late.

Does not matter.

You came home.

I'm reserving the mutton puff pie.

Caroline Tomkinson!

A butcher's bride!

It's the last thing we'll see of elegant economy in this house.

Ham!

At half past three.

Mr. Morgan is coming, arm in arm with Mrs. Rose!

Oh! Are you there!

An entirely predictable union.

I noticed it some time ago.

It's all right today, considering what happened at Cranford.

It must be modern!

It's very irregular.

Why doesn't the man sit on a chair?

Perhaps the East infected him.

I heard that he was really affected by time.

Don't look at me to confirm it!

Every time I visit him, he's in his room sleeping!

I don't know why it has to look like a crystal cage!

Good! This is a monumental day.

Try some cold roast beef.

Caroline will be a memorable bride!

She is radiant.

There are girls who don't feel complete until they get married.

I was never one of those, but I think my sister is.

You have to consider her health.

What good can a husband do for your constitution?

I have singleness carved into my bones,

and the doctor is a stranger at my door!

Oh, dear Miss Matty! This must be Mr. Jenkyns!

And you, my lady, are you the one who was once Miss Pole?

I am the one who is...

still Miss Pole.

Miss Matty!

I hope I don't bother you,

or cansá-la.

I get stronger every day!

I couldn't help but visit her,

once I heard news.

It's delightful to see that the room has changed so little.

Sometimes I forget that this was your home when you were young.

My brother brought me a cut of cloth from Chunderayabad.

It's a beautiful muslin.

I wanted to know...

Would you wear this on your wedding dress?

Oh, Miss Matty!

It's exquisite.

You've come for a rectory bride, my dear.

And now a rectory bride will have it.

Oh! My dear friend!

Congratulations!

Don't they look happy?

Congratulations!

Oh, Harry! Very good!

Good luck, Harry!

It's a shame.

It's a beautiful wedding dress!

Such beautiful material!

Such a fine and delicate fabric.