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-Who's that chap
in the cotton trade?
-You mean Mr Pope?

Who is this Pope, where does
he come from? Why is Father
investing in his business?

You seem very adept at getting
people to put their hands
in their pockets.

Lady Brockenhurst
may pay you another visit.
Why shouldn't I come with her?

-You know her well?
-I'm engaged to her nephew.

Ah!

-John Bellasis will be--
-The next earl.

It seems I'm in
a spot of bother.

[glass shattering]

-[Peregrine] A thousand pounds?
-Two days!

I won't give it to you.

[Stephen]
You know who I saw today?

Charles Pope. How can we
find out more about him?

[John] I need information
about the Trenchards.

And I'm led to believe,
in certain circumstances,

you might be
willing to help?

[theme song]

[people talking
and dogs barking]

-[Stephen] Why don't they
clear these people away?
-[John] Where to?

I must say, if he has
the money, he certainly
doesn't spend it on himself.

[John] Oh, he has the money.

-And he's Polish?
-Now, well, I would assume so.

I cannot think he would
be called Emil Tomaszewski
for any other reason.

Right, this is it.

The debt would be honoured,
Mr Tomaszewski. I assure you.

-There's no risk.
-No?

You have no money of your own
to speak of. You are heir
to your elder brother,

but it will probably be
your son who inherits.
Of course there is a risk.

I will repay you,
should the need arise.

When your uncle dies?
And when will that be?

You seem to know a lot about us.

I knew you were coming
here to borrow money

and it is
my business to be thorough.

-The loan would be repaid.
-But, when?

At the rate
of interest I charge,
by the time you were in funds,

the sum will exceed
the national debt.

No. Be off with you.

You forget to whom
you are speaking.

I am speaking,
to a broken down old bankrupt

who is addicted to a habit
which he cannot afford.

Please, correct me if I'm wrong.

-[John] What will you do now?
-[Stephen] Captain Black
might lend it to me.

-Why should he?
-Because he's a snob,
thank the Lord.

-I expect he'll want it back.
-So I would assume.
And then what?

Well, that rather depends
on what you have discovered
in the interim.

-What, about Aunt Caroline
and Mr Pope?
-Precisely.

Can I have a moment, Miss Ellis?

I've had word from Mr Bellasis.
He wants to meet you
in Mattocks Alley at eleven.

Tonight? How do I knowshe'll have gone to bed by then?

-If she hasn't, I'll go instead.
-And get the tip?

-I'm sure that won't be
necessary, Mr Turton.
-Let's hope not, Miss Ellis.

Why does he need to work
with both of us? Wouldn't he
be better off with just one?

I guess he needs me to search
the papers and you to report
what the Mistress says.

-I don't know what to tell him.
-Anything.

As long as the information
keeps coming, so will the tips.

Say you know nothing more
and the purse will snap shut.

-Mrs Trenchard.
-Mrs Trenchard,
come and sit down.

Do you remember
Lady Maria Grey?

You were at the party,
but I don't believe
we were introduced.

-Now, how can I help?
-I was passing the house

and I wanted to talk
to you about something,
but it can wait.

-I'll leave you two alone.
-No need. It really
doesn't matter.

Lady Maria chanced upon
my young protégé, Charles Pope,
the other day in the square.

He must have been
coming away from this house.
Did you meet him here?

Charles Pope?
I think I did, yes.

We ended up walking
across Green Park together.

Mama did not approve,
but, by the time she heard
about it, it was too late.

He suggested that I might
like to visit his office.

-That was very forward.
-Well, it-it might have
been my suggestion but

-he said nothing to put me off.
-Then let us go together.

-Really?
-But it might be better
if it's a sudden impulse to go

-rather than a long-held plan.
-If I have to explain
it to Mama.

May I join you?

Of course, if you'd like to.

Now, what about some tea?

-Pleasant day, Ma'am?
-Yes, thank you.

[Anne wincing]
Oh... Ah...

You know, they don't seem
to be easing at all.

I'm not sure
they were made for long walks.

Belgrave Square
is only round the corner.

That reminds me,
I'm going to Bishopsgate
in a day or two.

Really? Why ever
would you want to go there?

We're calling on a protégé
of Lady Brockenhurst's.

You should visit
the warehouses in Spitalfields
if you want any material.

You pay half what
you would on Bond Street.

That's right. I could get
some black bombazine.

One must always have wearable
mourning in the wardrobe,
mine's very tired.

-And where are you driving?
-How should I know, Mama?

Lady Brockenhurst asked me
to accompany her
on a drive this Thursday.

But if you want me to refuse,
I will. But it
may seem a little odd.

No. Go for your drive. I am
glad for you to be friendly.

-Very well.
-Is John to accompany you?

I don't know. I don't think so.

-Have you seen John lately?
-Not lately, no.

Shall we invite him here?
For dinner, perhaps?

If you'd like to, please, do.

-You're very composée.
-Am I?

There are times where I feel
I have swallowed a furnace.

-Are you quite well, my dear?
-Yes, Mother, of course.

-You seem rather distant.
-So...

did Lady Brockenhurst mind your
suddenly arriving unannounced?

You went to see
Lady Brockenhurst? Was
her nephew there by any chance?

No.

But his fiancée was.

-His fiancée?
-Lady Maria Grey. I like her.

[Oliver]
She was at the supper. Didn't
seem very remarkable to me.

-And did you speak
to the Countess?
-We spoke.

Good. We'll talk about it later.

-Very generous, I must say.
-There's more where that
came from if you do what I ask.

-I'd be glad to, I'm sure, sir.
-So she never
mentioned him by name?

No, sir. Just that he was
a protégé of her ladyship's.

Mm, the question remains,
what is the link between
Mr Pope and the Countess?

That's what we have to find out.And, when we do,

I think she'll pay
a fortune to keep it secret.

-A fortune?
-A fortune. And you can
help me get it, Miss Ellis.

Together, we can get it.
With just a little courage.

[knocking at a door]

-Yes?
-Erm... My name is Miss Ellis.

-I am lady's maid
to Mrs James Trenchard.
-Who?

Mrs Trenchard. She came
to the supper the other night

and she fears
she may have left her fan.

You'd better speak
to Mr Jenkins.

Miss Ellis? I understand
you're looking for something.

My Mistress's fan, sir,
she thinks she left it
here the other night.

If I might see
her ladyship's maid?

I'm afraid nobody's found
a fan of any description.

-Oh. Are you sure?
-Quite sure.

She also asked
if I might talk to her
ladyship's maid about her hair.

-Her hair?
-She wants me to achieve
a similar effect.

-Very well.
Jane, fetch Miss Dawson.
-Yes, Mr Jenkins.

Mrs Trenchard thought
what you'd done was marvellous.
A work of art.

How did you get those ringlets
in front of the ears?

Well, that is a bit of a secret.

I found a small pair of tongs
in Paris on a visit there.

And I've used it ever since.

What will they think of next?

What a beautiful room.

Do you like the pictures?
They were mainly painted
by her ladyship.

This is Lymington Park. It's
been in the family since 1600.

-It doesn't look old enough.
-It's been rebuilt twice.

The estate is more
than ten thousand acres.

How wonderful to work forsuch a noble family. I envy you.

-I can't complain.
I've had a good life.
-Who's that?

Poor Lord Bellasis,
her ladyship's son.

He died at Waterloo.
He was her only child.

The strange thing is I remember
Lord Bellasis. From our time
in Brussels, before the battle.

Did you know him? How was that?

My Mistress loved
the party here. She met
ever so many nice people.

Not everyone gets
into this house.

She liked one young man very
much. Was his name Mr Pope?

Oh, yes. A great favourite
of her ladyship.

A recent favourite, mind you,
but he comes here often now.

He must be charming, a very
handsome man, I've heard.

I don't know what that
has to do with it.

Now, I think it's time
for you to leave, Miss Ellis.

I'm very busy
and I'm sure you are too.

Of course. How generous you've
been, Miss Dawson. Thank you.

Never mind all that. Now,
come along, I'll take you down.

I'm afraid Miss Dawson
wasn't really the sort of woman

we thought she might be,
so she was no use.

Mm? You mean she was loyal
to her employer?

-It appears so, sir.
-[John chuckles]

Tell me more
about this visit
to Bishopsgate tomorrow.

The Mistress said it was to callon a protégé of her ladyship's,
but it must be Mr Pope?

Hmm...

Then, I'll beard
the lion cub in his den.

-Do you know the address, sir?
-I know how to find it.
And no one will suspect you.

-Well, that's kind, sir.-Not really. If you were sacked,you'd be of no more use to me.

I should have my back tothe horses. You both outrank me.

-Did you find your fan?
-What fan?

That very pretty Duvelleroy
you had at the supper.

I noticed how nice it was.
Such a shame to lose it.

-But I haven't lost it.
-But your maid came yesterday
to look for it.

Or so my maid told me.

She did? Ellis? How odd.

-Has she been with you
for a long time?
-Oh, yes. Many years.

-So, you know her very well.
-Do I? Sometimes I wonder.

Jackson.

-This is very good of you, John.-Yes, well, I was
looking for my aunt.

Ah, I should have known.
You've missed her, I'm afraid.

She's paying a call
on a young man
we've rather taken a shine to.

Mr Pope? The chap at the party?

-The very one. He has
an office in Bishopsgate.
-Oh, how strange.

I'm on my way toBishopsgate now. Do you rememberthe number, by any chance?

Erm... 521, I think she said.

She's taking Mrs Trenchard,the wife of that builder fellow.Why, I could not tell you.

[people shouting
and sheep bleating]

[Maria]So, why did you take an interestin Mr Pope in the first place?

Erm... I don't remember exactly,

but we like
to encourage young talent.

We don't have any living
children so we like to help
the children of others.

-He plans a voyage to India.
You know anything about India?
-[Susan] Not much.

How I should love to go.All that colour, all that chaos.

-Have you travelled a lot?
-Hardly at all. Well, Ireland,

we have an estate there,but that's hardly abroad, is it?

-I'd like to visit Florence.
-Me too,
to see Michelangelo's David

and to wander the galleries
of the Uffizi.

You must be fond of art,
Lady Brockenhurst.Mama says you paint beautifully.

-Do you?
-Is it so amazing?

-This is a wonderful surprise.
-Lady Brockenhurst told me
she'd be passing by

-and I thought I'd invite
myself to join her.
-I am happy that you did.

We're on our way
to a silk merchant's,
Nicholson and Company.

We couldn't resist
the chance to inspect
your place of work.

What can I offer you?
Some tea? Some wine?

Mrs Trenchard is the wife
of your benefactor.

We spoke at your house
the other evening.

Come into my office.

Mr Trenchard
has changed my life.

Of course I owe an equal debt
to you, Lady Brockenhurst.

You have thrown a bridge
across the torrent that
has kept me from my future.

If I don't know any better,
I'd think you were trying
to sell us some brushes.

-Is that a new map of India?
-It is. The very latest.

Such a huge country.
Bengal, Punjab, Kashmir.

What a wild and
romantic place it must be.

There are so many different
religions and languages.It is a world in itself, really.

Oh, to see a tiger
in the jungle.

-Ensure you're on
the back of an elephant.
-Is that how they travel?

They use elephants as
we might use a carriage.

They're clever and biddable
but it's like a boat at sea,
rocking with every wave.

I can imagine.
And now, you are going
there to find your cotton.

India must come to dominate
the cotton trade, in time.

Aren't the southern states of
America the leading producers?

Maybe, but I will
not profit from slavery.

-Nor do I think it can last.
-You're full of ideas, Mr Pope.

-Ideas and principles.
-Oh, he is. And to have managed
all this at such a young age.

Did your father not expect
you to join the Church?

He did, but I couldn't
spend my life in a pulpit

-when I began to understand
the age we live in.
-Is it so very thrilling?

It is a new world. We have
steam engines and railways.

We have cast iron and steel.
We make glass
by new methods and paper

and we have gas
to light the factories.

We trade round the globe.
Our industry is transformed.

Wool, silk and above all,
cotton, are all produced
in entirely new ways.

When I heard
the mill was for sale,
I knew it was my destiny.

-Bravo!
-[clapping]

Hear, hear! Well said, that man!

-John!
-Greetings.
Oh, light of my life.

-What are you doing here?
-I called on my uncle,
he told me where you'd gone

and I was curious
to see Mr Pope again.

-For what reason?
-So many people have beaten
a path to his modest door,

I wanted to know why.

I may call it modest, sir,
without offence.

-By all means.
-I was out riding and
I thought I might catch you up.

Well, we haven't
been here long.

You ask why everyone has taken
such an interest in my welfare

and I can only tell you
it's a mystery to me.

-Hmm...
-Do you remember Mrs Trenchard?

Erm... Oh, yes!

I'm going down to Epsom
on Monday. A cousin has
a horse running and I thought

you and Lady Templemore
might like to accompany me.

I'll ask her, of course,
but I'm afraid Mama
is not fond of racing.

-What about you, Pope?
Are you a man for the horses?
-Not too much.

No. No, I suppose
your head's too full of cotton.

Well, it's time for us
to leave you to your work.

And we ladies have
some business of our own.

Will you come shopping
with us, John?

I don't think so. I've
something I need to attend to.

Oh, your mother's
asked me to dine.

-How nice.
-Yes, I think it will be.
Don't you, Mr Pope?

I can think of nothing nicer.

Ladies.

[door opening]

-Am I late? I saw your maid
in the hall downstairs.
-She won't say anything.

Hmm... I'm getting
quite fond of you.

Which means you need a favour.

[chuckles] That's true.

I need you to find out
more about Charles Pope.

Oh! Not you as well? Everyone
is obsessed with that wretched
man! He's driving Oliver mad.

Pope seems to have a hold
over my aunt. When I called
at his office,

-she was there with
your mother-in-law and Mari--
-Lady Maria Grey?

-You've no need to be jealous.
-No?

Aren't engagements
affairs of the heart?

Well, this one is
an affair of State.

So why did you call
at Pope's office?

Does he have
a hold over you, too?

I want to know why they've all
chosen to favour him.

-Instead of you?
-I'm not joking.

-Can we have dinner? I could
easily invent an excuse.
-I'm dining with my mother.

Very dutiful.

So, what is this favour?

-When they go to their country
place, I want you with them.
-What, go to Glanville?

-Go to Glanville.
-But it takes forever to get
there and it's such a bore.

She knows something
about Pope she's not telling.

Go for walks together,
sit up with her at night.

Give her your time
and attention. And
you'll find out what it is.

Alright. If I must. But I may
need some more persuading.

Oh?

Oh!

Turton. How was your journey?

-Long, Madam.-Whom have you brought with you?

Just Morris the footman.
The others have been
taken on locally.

-Hooper. How nice to see you.-My dear, won't you come inside?You must be tired.

I want to hear
what's happened
while we've been away.

-Besides, Agnes needs a walk.
-Don't wear yourself out.

Oh! Ah... It's good to be back.

Is it? Why did she have to buy
somewhere so far from London?

She fell in love
with the house. And, erm...

it's a good life here,
even if you refuse to see it.

What is there to do?
Apart from eating like pigs

and taking deadly walks
for hours on end.

-Then why did you agree to come?-I'm going in
before I freeze to death.

I hope Speer can manage
downstairs with the yokels.

Well, I've had to dress myself
for the last three days, sodon't look for sympathy from me.

Gracious me. Miss Speer.
We don't often see you here.

It's true, Mrs Rust.
I'm a creature
more suited to London, me.

I'm Stan, Mr Turton. I've been
taken on as second footman.

-Have you, by all that's holy.-I'll do whatever you ask of me.

If you are able to, Stanley,
if it is within your powers.
Now, go and sort the luggage.

Miss Ellis? Have you
everything you want?

I have very little
that I want, Mr Turton,
that is the life I was born to.

Here we go.
And there won't be a smile
out of them for a fortnight.

You will look after me,
by marrying John Bellasis.
That is all I ask.

I am not sure how much I like
him or whether he likes me.

Fiddle-faddle! A young couple
must learn to like each other.

I didn't know your fatherwhen I married him. How would I?

When we were never allowed
to meet unchaperoned
before the engagement?

Even then we might sit
on a sofa, but never out
of earshot of my companion.

No young girl of our kind
knows her husband
before she marries him.

And is your marriage
to dear Papa, to be the model

that encourages me
to accept a future with John?

You have already accepted him.

I know. Isn't it strange?
Sometimes I try
to remember the scene,

but my memory
has blotted it out entirely.

You trying to say
you've changed your mind?

I suppose I would not be
the first woman to do so.

You won't throw away a great
position. I won't let you.

I am your mother
and I forbid it!

[Grace] I thinkhe's taken a bad fall this time.

-Has he said anything to you?
-No.

Because he gambles,
he can't stop.
I've always known that,

but, before, he kept
within certain limits.
That's what's changed.

-He'll have everything
under control, I promise you.
-There's nothing left to sell.

A few bits of silver
but I've hidden those.

-Where?
-On top of the wardrobe,
in my room.

-But you mustn't tell him.
-I won't.

-You would tell me if you knew
any more about it?
-Of course I would, Mother.

I went for a walk before dinner.

Have they done something withold Parker's farm since he died?

We thought
we should tidy it up a bit
before we find a new tenant.

You'll never guess who I saw
in Piccadilly the other day.

-I won't try.
-Mr Bellasis.

-Lord Brockenhurst's nephew?
-That's right. I was walking
along with Speer

on my way to my glove-maker
and he suddenly appeared.

-Fancy that.
-He said he'd seen you
and his aunt

-at Mr Pope's offices
in the city.
-What?

-Oh, have I said
something I shouldn't?
-Of course not.

Mr Trenchard
has taken an interest
in this young man and so,

when Lady Brockenhurst
suggested we pay him a call,
I agreed. I was curious.

Not half so curious as I am.
When my dear father takes
twice the interest in Mr Pope

that he does in
our own work at Cubitt Town.

Mr Pope's business plans
are sensible
and I expect to make money.

-I invest
in many different areas.
-And do you take

all the managers
of these businesses
to lunch at your club?

I like and admire Mr Pope.
I wish you could boast
half his industry.

Don't worry, Father.
I'm well aware Mr Pope has

all the virtues you find
lacking in your own child!

You look like an itinerant
preacher at a country fair.

I will not put up with this!
I will not!

Turton, have my dinner
brought up to my room.

I'd rather not stay here
and disappoint my father.

[Oliver slams door]

Do as Mr Oliver says. Please
ask Mrs Rust to make up a tray.

[James] I know you're awake.

[Anne] And if I am?

[James] Why did you visit
Charles's office?

Lady Brockenhurst
was going and...

I thought I'd better
accompany her in case she
said something inappropriate.

I wish Susan
could enjoy Glanville.

I think Oliver does too, but youcan only lead a horse to water.

Oliver's spoiled. He wants
it all on a silver platter.

Does he know what he comes from?My father working like
a navvy in the markets,

me slaving on building sites
in every kind of weather?

But that's what you come from.
It's not what he comes from.

Sophia would have understood.

[Anne] Apparently, you pick up
the ball and run with it.

[Oliver]
It's a scrappy, violent game.

[Anne] Not according to
the great Doctor Arnold.

They play nothing else
at Rugby these days.

-You should ask...
-Whom should I ask?

I was going to say Pope,
but I don't want to get
on to that subject.

-He was at Rugby under
Arnold? How do you know?
-Your father told me.

And where else did Mr Pope
conduct his studies?

-At Oxford. Lincoln College.
-After that?

-But it will
only make you angry.
-Just tell me. I'm interested.

-It's going to rain. Shall we
go in? Agnes hates the rain.
-Really?

-All dachshunds hate rain.
-What is Pope's hold over Papa?

Your imagination's
weaving wonders.

And Lady Brockenhurst?
How has he brought her round?

What is the secret
you're not telling me?

Lady Brockenhurst is...

her own woman. I do not like hermuch but that I will say.

Anyway,
don't spoil things, Oliver.

You seem so well
when you're here. I'm almost
sorry we have to take you back.

You're right.
I do feel well at Glanville.

But I cannot separate from
Susan and she does not agree.

She seems distracted.
Why is that?

She's bored, that's all. She's
dying to get home to London.

Thank heavens!You're still here. I thought youwould have given up and gone.

It was harder to escape
Ryan than I thought.

-You've come alone?
-Of course. I can't trust Ryan.

She reports every move I make.
You are so lucky
to have been born a man.

-I'm rather glad you
weren't born a man.
-Perhaps.

And I am proud of myself today.
I lost my maid and hailed a cab
for the first time in my life.

But what good can come of it?
At least for you.
You've taken a great risk.

Don't you admire people
who take risks, Mr Pope?

I would not admire a man
who allowed his beloved
to sacrifice her reputation.

-Because I'm engaged?
-Yes, you are engaged.

Even if you weren't, I'm not
the sort of man Lady Templemore

would ever condone
as a suitor for your hand.

And are you
a suitor for my hand?

Lady Maria,
I would fight dragons,

I would walk over flaming coals,

I'd enter the Valley
of the Dead, if I might have
a chance of winning your heart.

Heavens. We seemto have covered quite a distance

in a few short sentences.
Please, call me Maria.

I can't. I have told you
the truth because I believe
you deserve the truth.

But I do not think we have the
power to make it happen, even
supposing you should want to.

I do want to make
it happen, Mr Pope.

Charles. Be easy in that.

Is that your mother?

Ryan must have told her
I'd given her the slip.

I suppose she heard where I
directed the cab. You must go.

-I can't leave you
to take the blame.
-Why not?

The blame is mine.
Don't worry. She won't eat me.

But now is not the right moment
for you to be introduced
as my lover.

You know I'm right. So...

Go.

-Who was that man?
-He was lost, he needed
to find the Queen's Gate.

[Stephen] As Saint Paul
wrote to Saint Timothy,

the love of money is
a root of all kinds of evil.

Some people, eager for money,
have wandered from the faith

and...

pierced themselves
with many griefs.
I leave you with that thought.

Be neither envious
nor greedy but be content with
the life the Lord has given.

Work hard and you will sleep
the sleep of the just.

Take and eat this in remembrancethat Christ died for you

and feed
on him in your heart by faith
with thanksgiving, amen.

Take and eat this...

-Balderdash.
-Take and eat this
in remembrance that Christ...

How did you know
I was giving the sermon?

A little bird told me.
Why did you?

My wretched curate,
Mr Barnsley, is ill again.
I should dismiss him.

One service a year does not seemtoo exacting. Did you write it?

No, Barnsley did.

Next time you should
read it beforehand.

It'll make you
look less foolish.

We were wondering if there
was another reason why you
came down here to Hampshire.

-Meaning?
-You dare not show
your face in London.

If that were the reason,
you are the cause of it.

-I've got something for you?
-What?

It's not enough to pay
them off but it's enough
to keep them quiet for a while.

Let it not be said that
the brother of the Earl
of Brockenhurst cannot walk

down Bond Street without
fear of debtors' prison.

-You won't be sorry.
-I'm sorry now.

Mend your ways, Stephen.

Mend your ways.

By the way, Ma'am,
I've torn some new rags
for when you need them.

-It's not my time, is it?
-It is, Madam.

It was a few days ago.
I'm surprised you haven't
asked for them before now.

But I can't be.

I'm not able to be.

Can you get Mr Oliver
to do the business?

If so,I shouldn't waste any time.

Oh, I doubt it.
Not in his present mood.

-Surely I can't be.
-Then, if you can't be,
you won't be.

[Anne] I hope Speer enjoys it
here a little more
than you do, my dear.

What part of Ireland
is she from?

Belfast, I'm afraid.
She's a city girl, like me.

I wish I could open your eyes.
You could have
such wonderful times.

-What would I do about Speer?
-You can get another maid.

But you'll never find
another house like Glanville.

-How is Oliver?
-I haven't seen him.

-I hope we don't have another
evening of raging against Pope.
-He's jealous.

It must be hard,
when your father prefers
to do business

with a stranger
rather than his own son.

It's not about business
and he isn't a strange--

James was fond
of Mr Pope's father.

Of course.

Maria, will you play for us? We
have deprived John of his Port,so he deserves some consolation.

Rest easy on that score, I had
always rather join the ladies.

-If you excuse me, I want
to thank Mrs Shaw for dinner.
-Oh.

Maria, perhaps
you'd like to play?

[Maria harrumphs]

Your mother has contrived
that we should be, erm...

left to our own devices.

You don't seem very anxious
to be alone with me.

I might say the same.

Did I tell you my uncle
is very pleased by
the news of our engagement?

-That's kind of him.
-Yes. He prefers that
I choose birth over fortune.

And are you pleased, John?
That is what I cannot fathom.

Well, my parents are glad,
so is your mother. And we must
all marry someone, I suppose.

-I see.
-I dare say we'll do
well enough.

Why shouldn't we?
We want the same things.

Such as?

Well, a proper place in society,where we may do as we like.

You need have no fear
about that. When my uncle dies,

we will be King and Queen
of all we survey.

[Ellis] Princess Feodora
of Leiningen she was called.

The Queen's half-sister
by her mother's first marriage.

They pushed her into the arms
of a German princeling.

That was
Sir John Conroy's doing.
He wanted her out of the way.

If they'd only waited,
she could have been a queen.

You talk about them as
if you knew them, Miss Ellis.

As if they were ...
Well, like they were me.

And so they are, Stanley!
Just like you and me,

and don't you ever think
any different!

-That's fighting talk.
-I'm ready for a fight,
Mrs Rust.

if you're asking me to say
I'm not as good as anyone
upstairs, or in the Palace.

You'll worry the young ones
if you're not careful.

-I'm not worried, I'm inspired.
-Well, that's what
I was afraid of.

Mr Turton.

I suppose we should
let Mr Bellasis know
when we get back to London.

Have you got something for him?

Not yet. I want to be sure
he'll pay enough
before I take any big risks.

I wouldn't worry too much.
They'd never let us go.

They wouldn't manage
without us. She couldn't
manage without me.

We have history.
And I'm too valuable.

That's not what the Mistress
was saying to Mrs Oliver

as they walked
the hallway earlier.

What did she say?

"You can always find another
maid." Those were her words.

So, what is
your value now, Miss Ellis?

-So, how was it? Draining?
-As draining as death.

So, tell me what you learned.

Well, you're right.
Charles Pope is
very important to Mr Trenchard.

-I know, I want to know why.
-He talks about
Mr Pope's business,

which infuriates Oliver.
But my mother-in-law said...

What?

She wasn't thinking
and she let it slip
that it's not about business

and Mr Pope
is not a stranger.
Make of that what you will.

Hmm... But where does Lady
Brockenhurst fit into all this?

What's the matter?

-You look preoccupied.
-Do I? It's nothing.

You know this would be
very serious for me, sir?
If it came out.

They won't hang you.
They've abolished
the Bloody Code.

They won't hang me but
they would put me in prison.

Petty treason by a servant
against their master
is still a serious crime.

I'd have to borrow his keys,
if I'm to get into
his private desk.

Have you searched his office?

The answer won't be there.
They may work together

but the secret
lies in the history
of them both. I know it.

Search the letters.
Look for mention
of the names Charles or Pope.

No matter how old.
The older the better.

-It'll cost you.
-I know.

-Twenty pounds at least.
-Well, that's a bit steep.

It's the price. Can you get it?

-Because I'm not breaking
the law for pennies.
-Yes, I can get it.

[bell ringing]

-Ah! Mother not here?
-She's at a committee meeting.

How was Lymington? I thought youwere going to stay for longer.

Oh, it was bloody.
Barnsley was ill. I had
to take the service on Sunday.

-And give the sermon.
-I'd pay to see that.

Your uncle and aunt
were there. Making
the most of my humiliation.

And they still won't give you
a penny towards the debt?

Have you got Schmitt
off your back?

Yes. In the end,Captain Black lent me the money.But he wants it back.

What did you think would happen?

If I could
just have some luck.

One good hand is all I need.

You are incorrigible.

-Should I try the lenders?
-You're a bad bet,
they won't take it.

It's time
we approached Aunt Caroline.

Do you think so?
You surprise me. I thought
you'd given up on that.

Well, we'll see. I have
a man on the case, as they say.

-Do you mean you're
still looking into Mr Pope?
-I am.

And I may have solved
Trenchard's role in the story,
but not Aunt Caroline's.

If Peregrine would only
pay up, we wouldn't be
in this situation.

If you hadn't gambled
with money you do not have we
wouldn't be in this situation.

And, anyway, we're not
in any situation.
You are in the situation.

-You have to help me, it--
-[door opening]

John, how lovely.
We've hardly seen anything
of you this summer.

Will you stay for luncheon?

Oh, no, I don't think I can.
Oh, how was your meeting?

Disheartening. We spent
most of the morning
talking about Black Monday.

-What's that?
-The day the rent is due.

I was wondering
if you have any news?

-What sort of news?
-Well, not to put
too fine a point on it,

we don't understand
the delay in announcing
the engagement.

I don't know anything
about that. You should ask
Lady Templemore.

-Are you going so soon?
-Yes, I need to fetch
some clothes from upstairs.

-Yes, I must be off.
-Do you need a suitcase?

Oh, no.
No, I have one up there.

You're being ridiculous!
The thing is settled.

You are ridiculous
to pretend that
I will marry John Bellasis,

when you know very well
I will not!

I hope you're not suggesting
you've met someone,

someone who is not known
to me, whom you prefer?

I'm just saying that
I won't marry John Bellasis.
That is enough for now.

How dare you disobey me!
I won't let you
throw away your chance!

I'd be a bad mother
if I allowed it!

-And how will you stop me?
-You'll find out.

Thank you, Mama.