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Where are you going with that, Segan?

Madam asked for some tays, her.

Tea?

She says it's a custom, sir, among the ladies of high society to drink tea after dinner.

What did you find on that silver?

Down in the cellar, sir, John and I fetched it up this morning.

Seemed only fitting, sir.

A mark of respect.

All right, Segan.

Off you go.

important, sir.

Here you go, Lead.

MAKE

I'm going to be here.

I'm going to be here.

I'm going to be here.

That's what I'm going to do.

I write to my friends immediately and ask them to send some of these words.

Then we can stop going to here.

It will be surprised how effective they can be.

Giving the right hurts and the right knowledge of hurts.

One can make almost any...

Philip!

I hope you don't mind, but I did so want to see the garden.

Perhaps I should have asked your permission first, but I didn't know where you were.

I've been telling Tamlin about the plants, Ambrose and I collected in Italy.

I had to leave them all in Plymouth. There was no room in the carriage, so perhaps we can have them brought over next week.

I don't know if...

Oh, yes, sir. I could arrange that. That would be no trouble, sir.

Thank you, Tamlin. And do please thank Mrs. Tamlin for that cup of tea she gave me.

Thank you, ma'am.

And remember, you have not yet shown me around the world garden. You shall do so tomorrow.

Whenever you please, ma'am.

Now, Philip.

I thought you wanted to see the estate.

Yes.

Yes.

I'll go and ask John to set it up.

I'd much rather it was you.

Can you ride?

No.

Can you sit upon a horse if you were led?

I could try.

Resuli,

I would like to shine.

And you, bin,

Ambrose often came here.

He was fonder of this place than any other.

I can see why.

How beautiful it is.

You see this?

It's granite slab.

Ambrose put it there.

He said once,

it will serve me for a tombstone when I die.

I know why you brought me here, please.

And I understand.

You blame me for his death, don't you?

Of the old well sister.

I am not a good one.

I am not a good one.

I am not a good one.

I am not a good one.

All is not well with me.

I have written several letters to you,

but there is no one I can trust.

My wife watches me day and night.

As for the doctors,

I have no belief in any of them.

For God's sake, come to me quickly.

She has done for me at last.

Rachel, my torment.

When my godfather Nick Kendall wrote to you, what did he say?

I mean, did he tell you that I had been away?

Away? Away where?

To Italy. Florence.

When?

I have been home a little under three weeks.

Why did you not tell me?

Because I thought you knew.

I asked my godfather to write it in his letter.

What made you go there?

I had not heard from Ambrose in a long while.

Then in July a letter came.

Very unlike him.

Only a page and a sort of scroll.

And as I was leaving Florence, another letter arrived.

Just a few sentences.

Do you want to see these letters?

Why did you ask me to come here?

To accuse you.

To accuse me of what?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

I'm breaking his heart, perhaps.

And perhaps I've murdered.

But you're not the same woman.

You're not the woman I hated.

This woman that you pictured in your mind.

Did she take shape when you read these letters?

Before?

Before.

In a sense I was relieved when they arrived.

They gave me a reason for hating you.

And before that, I had nothing to go upon.

And I was ashamed.

You were jealous?

Yes.

Yes, I was jealous.

I was jealous right from the start when Ambrose first told me he was married.

Perhaps even before that.

Everyone expected me to be as delighted as they were themselves.

I couldn't be. It wasn't possible.

I hate like a spoiled child.

The trouble is I have never loved anyone in the world other than Ambrose.

And he loved you.

You know he loved you.

He was so proud of you. You might have been his son.

Always my fill would do this. My boy would do that.

You were jealous of me?

I could have done with less of you at times.

That's no use, Philip.

We both of us remember what he said.

I can forget.

I can forget.

I can forget.

If you will too.

I think we've talked enough for one night, don't you?

Will you fetch me a candle, please? And light me to bed?

Help me.

You have to do something about that veil when we go into church.

Why?

Because the people will want to see your face.

And they must want.

I don't think you understand.

Nothing like this has happened for years.

Nothing like what?

Like, the Miss is actually going to church on this Sunday morning.

The last was my mother, I suppose.

All my art.

And that was, uh, 20 years ago.

I relived my veil when I'm kneeling and not before.

Then she's holding leaves on.

It's all good.

The there's so much charm.

It might be exciting.

Well you should go back at the cross down at the right time.

Even muffins shop and

they are free through Sunday,

ago the advanced

tables on her

This is indeed a great pleasure Mrs. Ashley.

We are also delighted to meet you at last.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This is my daughter Charlotte.

Charlotte.

My daughter Anne Miss.

Look at that.

She's leaving charm the past as well. Isn't that amazing?

A silly godfather.

I must claim the privilege of escorting you to your carriage.

Well, of course Mr. Kendall.

She's certainly very beautiful.

How do you think so?

Well, don't you? Ask my father. Ask any woman.

But didn't you notice how the people stared when she lifted her there?

They stared because she is Mrs. Ashley.

That is well, but not in time.

How old do you think she is? 35, I would say.

Or do you think her last?

I haven't done a lot of ideas, Louise. Not do I care.

She could be 99 for all I know.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Tell me Mrs. Ashley.

Does not tell it remind you very much of Ambrose.

So much so that I have wondered if there is any reason to be a woman.

Good heavens, Louise.

It sounds like Mrs. Pasco.

I have never before heard such gossip from you.

I offered only my honest opinion for it.

If that's to be called gossip.

Please remember Mrs. Ashley.

The my daughter and I will be most happy to receive you and tell in at any time.

Our guest strong is yours whenever you like.

I rather think my cousin will be busy with her duties only a state.

I would like to say that I will be a woman.

I would like to say that I will be busy with her duties only a state for the next three or four weeks.

Duties? What duties?

Well, you know, visiting the farms.

That sort of thing.

Mrs. Ashley didn't feel if we decided what to do.

All we can do is offer our hospitality in the hope that we shall be seeing you again before a loss.

Thank you, Mr. Genden. You're most generous. Thank you.

Thank you.

What a charming girl she is, your Louis.

She thinks you're very beautiful, by the way.

And she's not my Louis.

Oh, I rather thought she was.

At least you're a godfather, gave me that impression.

Well, it's all nonsense, so please forget it.

I have never considered her as a wife, but you're not intent.

All Louis.

Well, it seems you've had an arduous week for me.

Idiots.

Visiting all those farms.

Well, well, it is customary.

I mean, they will be expecting it.

First of all, you pay them a visit.

See, and then they pay you a visit.

They visit you on either Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays.

Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays.

That is the customer.

An Ashley customer.

Or a Cornish customer.

Well, I'm not sure.

Both, perhaps.

What about Mondays and Wednesdays?

Um...

I don't know.

Perhaps you could play the piano or something.

Or do some sketching.

Perhaps I could give lessons in Italian.

What?

Don't you think that would be a good idea?

What?

What do you mean give lessons in Italian?

Why not?

But only spinsters give lessons when they have no one to support them.

And what do widows do?

Find themselves in similar circumstances.

I should explain, Mr. Cooch, that Mr. Ashley wrote to me about this yesterday evening.

And at the circumstances, we both of us feel that some sort of provision should be made without delay.

Yes, I see.

What sort of an arrangement had you in mind?

Something quite straightforward, we thought.

The estate will pay a quarterly check into the account which we're opening for her.

And when she moves, settles somewhere or finds a home of her own, that account can then be transferred to the Neillist branch.

And you will be handling this matter yourself, Mr. Cooch.

Only for the next six months.

When he's 25, Mr. Ashley will have full responsibility for all financial matters concerning the estate.

Yes, I see.

So there will be a sum of money paid every quarter into this new account.

Yes, yes.

What sum of money exactly?

Yes, it is rather generous, I agree.

Perhaps over-generous.

She is my cousin, and Ambrose is widowed.

Very well, gentlemen, the account would be opened immediately.

Do you wish me to inform Mrs. Ashley of the arrangement?

Oh, there's no need. I've already written to her.

And I shall make sure the letter is delivered this afternoon.

Oh, there it is.

Godly.

Ah, tell me.

These are very delicate.

But look.

They love the English climate.

If that goes into the foreign rule.

Oh, William.

Take these to tell them.

You wouldn't have more about that than I do.

Seacone!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah, Seacone.

Bring some tea, would you?

I would make sure there's plenty of sandwiches. I hadn't had any lunch.

Very good, sir.

Very good, sir.

I'm cousin Rachel.

I thought you'd be still in the garden.

What have you been doing?

Doing?

Nothing.

Why?

Don't lie, Philip.

You don't know how.

You've been to Pelen, you've been to see your godfather.

I may have been.

What if I have?

You made him write this letter.

I did nothing at the sort.

He wrote it to his own accord.

There was some business to discuss, you see, and...

And you told him that your cousin Rachel proposed giving lessons in Italian. Isn't that the truth?

No.

Not exactly.

Surely you realized I was only joking when I said that.

Do you realize what you have done? You have humiliated me, Philip.

I feel utterly ashamed and humiliated.

I was trying to help you.

By giving me your money?

As if I were a bigger woman.

It's not my money.

It comes from the estate, from your husband, from Ambrose Ashley.

Excuse me, Mr. Philip.

Yes, Seachem, what is it?

Will Madam be taking tell you with you, sir?

No, Seachem, I don't think she will.

What's this?

From Madam, sir.

not

John!

It's a very good thing.

Who is it?

Philip?

Come in.

Come in, Philip, please.

I have to spread your letter.

And I wanted to thank you for it.

I also wanted to say that I have no idea of patronizing you.

I never thought you had.

It was good of you.

I'm very like you to go riding over the Peland to see your godfather.

I must have seen so ungracious, so completely ungracious.

So completely lacking gratitude.

I will take the allowance for you.

Of course I will.

I must not trust this on your hospitality after this week.

I think next Monday, if it suits you, I should leave here in Newbell Square to London perhaps.

What for?

London?

I came only for a few days.

I will already stay longer than I intended.

Yes, but...

Oh, I thought you liked it here.

You seemed so happy.

Sometimes, Philip, I think you lack all understanding.

All right.

If you want to go, do so.

It will cause a lot of talk.

But no matter.

I should have thought it would cause more talk if I stay.

I don't see why.

You belong here after all.

And if Ambrose was...

If things had been different, this would have been your home.

Where do you think I came here?

I don't know why you came here.

All I know is...

I like it now that you are here.

And I don't want you to go.

And there's something else.

Something else.

Something I'd been meaning to talk to you about.

Ambrose always intended to landscape part of the valley crutches.

He even had some plans drawn up.

And I was rather hoping you might stay for a few months and do it for me.

It meant a great deal to Ambrose.

I know he would have wanted it done.

I think you should ask your godfather.

This has nothing to do with my godfather.

I think you should ask your godfather.

This has nothing to do with my godfather.

Would you take me for a school boy?

There is only one consideration.

And that is whether you yourself desire to stay.

And if you want to go, I can't keep you.

You know I want to stay.

Then you will remain for a little while.

Then I'll bid you good night.

Philip?

I've written to your godfather.

Would you be so kind as to put the letter in the postbag for me?

I'd like to go to the postbag.

Philip?

I've written to your godfather.

Would you be so kind as to put the letter in the postbag for me?

You will sleep now.

Not be hungry anymore.

I wasn't angry, Philip.

Yes, you were.

Thought you were going to hit me.

Come here.

Come.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Sometimes you are so stupid I think one day I shall.

Go to bed now.

I'll sleep well.

Good night, cosmonetio.

Good night?

So is one and then a half.

Hello.

What's all this seem?

A delivery from London, sir.

Madam asked me to make sure that everything was handled carefully.

Well, why didn't they take it round to the back?

Oh, it is rather special, sir.

Yes, it's, uh, certainly very elegant.

It's what I call quality, Mr. Fennep.

You say Mrs. Ashley ordered it from London?

That's right, sir.

She said she wanted to surprise you.

Where is she?

She went upstairs, sir.

Up the old nursery.

I think she's unpacking Mr. Ambrose's trunks and things.

I'm sorry.

Philip, what should we do with all these clothes?

I don't know.

That's for you to say.

Would you wear them if I were to give them to you?

No.

No, I couldn't.

Well then.

If you don't want them, Philip, I think the people on the estate here who loved him might like them.

You'll know best what to give unto him.

What about the trunk?

The trunk is always useful.

You could do with a trunk.

You could do with a trunk?

I thought it...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I should never have come here.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Don't cry.

Look, I'll do this.

You've got downstairs.

No, it does not for you at the disposal.

I'll do it, Rachel.

Go downstairs, please.

Go downstairs.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

It's a disease, of course.

I've often heard of it, like kleptomania or some other malady, and has no doubt been handed down to her from her spend-thrift father, Alexander Corrin.

How long she has been a victim of it, I cannot say.

Perhaps always.

Certainly, it explains much of what has disturbed me, hitherto, in all this business.

This much, I do know, dear boy, that I cannot any longer, when may I dare not, let her have command over my purse, or I shall be ruined and the estate will suffer.

It is imperative that you warn Kendall, if by any chance something should be there.

What have you there?

What is it?

Nothing.

If those uncles is right, was it a letter?

No. It was, uh, just some notes that he had made.

What's the time? Isn't lunchin' ready yet?

Yes.

Oh, good.

That's what I came to tell you.

Well, uh...

I'll finish this later.

Suspicions, if they are allowed to grow unchecked, can be destructive as any flame.

The misfortunes of her past life should now be forgotten, and I feel sure that my beloved guardian Ambrose was ill and deluded when he tried to warn me about her wanton extravagance.

But now that she is here with me, in the house where I have lived all my life, I have come to see her as she rarely is.

Winter evenings have never before held such enchantment.

As I sit in her boudoir, drinking the tisana she has prepared with her own hands, I feel as if I have been transported into a world of almost unbearable happiness.

To these hills strikes, it all leads.

The

It's a little telly, eh!

All right, mate!

Don't make it up!

Hello, Danny.

I'm very happy Christmas to you.

You made a place of lovely old ass aye.

You made a business baby?

Yeah, you did.

You did. You did. You did.

Thank you very much.

Philip?

Come on.

My mother worries on her wedding day.

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This is the first time Mrs. Ashley has been able to see all our tenant farmers together

in one room.

So it gives me great pleasure to be able to join her good wishes with mine and to wish

you a Merry Christmas one and all.

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That pearl colour belongs to the Ashley family, not the bank.

Surely I can do what I like with my own property.

It is not yours.

It is not yours for another four months.

Does that really matter?

It matters to me.

What matters even more is the fact that you lie to the manager of the bank.

I did nothing of the sort.

You told him I had no objection to your taking.

I did not.

I said I would make it right with you when you got back from Exeter and that is what I intended to do.

But, well, there were so many preparations and so on.

Don't be upset.

I didn't mean to deceive you.

And the colour is quite safe after all.

What harm can possibly come to it in Rachel's keeping?

There's something you ought to know.

Mr. Coach tells me that your cousin is already several hundred pounds overdrawn on her account.

Oh?

I don't understand it.

She can have a few expenses here.

She's living as your guest.

Her wants must be few.

The only thing that occurs to me is that she's sending money out of the country.

Yes.

Oh, maybe she is.

There may be debts of which we know nothing.

Credit is pressing for money back in Florence.

And she's very generous, you know.

Don't make remains, Phillip.

The sum we decided to give her quarterly has already been doubled.

Nearly treble by the amount she has withdrawn.

What are we to decide for the future?

Double treble what we can...