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So, you're our foundlings? I'm Mrs Penhaligon.

This is Calendar Hall. Your work starts now.

Welcome, Hetty. And you are?

Sheila Ormsby.

I told you to fetch both crates of veg.

Do you mind? That's my brother you're talking to.

I'm Jack, his boss.

He takes orders from me from now on, not you.

You're Edwin, aren't you?

Master Edwin, actually.

Downstairs is our life, Sheila. Just have to get used to it.

If you ever see anything I ought to know about,

you will tell me, won't you? I'll try, ma'am.

See? Secret door.

Emily wants to become a doctor, but her father doesn't approve.

Emily, what are you hiding?

Grey's Anatomy. Really?

Are you daft or something?

Yes, Agnes. I mean, no, Agnes.

I could tell your husband all about your past.

I don't need you to tell me anything about my wife.

Oh, I am sure there are things she has not told you.

Enough! No-one ever escapes their past.

At Calendar Hall,

every day was head down, work hard, and follow orders.

Good morning, Mrs Whittock.

We need some more wood.

But first you're going to have to get those chamber pots!

Late again!

Sheila was always in trouble with the cook...

..and I had some horrid jobs to face upstairs.

Emptying smelly chamber pots while the family ate breakfast.

Life was unfair,

but being a servant was still better than

being locked in the tench by matron.

The Calendars were good to work for.

Miss Constance!

The children were a bit of a handful, though.

You can't catch me!

Please...

BELL RINGS

And with a new baby on the way,

that could only mean more work for all of us.

But that morning, things were changing

and I had no idea how much more difficult my life could get.

Mrs Penhaligon left Calendar Hall this morning

and will not be returning.

All time off is cancelled until further notice.

I was supposed to be seeing Ida this afternoon.

At least you won't have Mrs P on your back any more.

Everybody, back to work.

Come on, back to work, you lot.

It can't be.

The housekeeper had left,

but Mr Calendar's godmother had arrived.

Only she wasn't here to make our dreams come true.

She was our worst nightmare.

Lady Grenford, what a welcome surprise.

Just passing through, I take it?

Shame your godfather is no longer with us, George.

He always did appreciate your wit more than I.

I'm afraid there might be some mistake.

We weren't expecting you for a few more weeks yet.

Your cloak, my lady?

I am greeted by a housemaid...

Lady Grenford, I can explain.

..because your Mrs Penhaligon went all the way to France

to be a lord's housekeeper rather than stay here at Calendar Hall?

News travels. Am I right?

Hence, I thought it better to arrive early and assist you

in this time of need. My lady's maid Brody

will cover housekeeping duties whilst we're here.

There's really no need, Lady Grenford.

Well, George, the offer is there.

Uh-oh, the Dragon Lady's arrived.

Remind me to keep myself busy.

BELL RINGS

If any errands need running today, I'll go.

Ida's going to be waiting for me.

The sooner you forget about Ida, the better.

Get on with your work.

You never know which way that Brody's going to turn.

Gossiping again, Agnes?

Brody's fancy for second housemaids does not concern us.

ALL: Yes, Mrs Whittock.

Is Lady Grenford's tea ready?

Yes, it is, Brody. And some fresh biscuits.

I take it you're to be serving her today?

Hetty. But there is an errand I need to run for the household first.

There's an hour to spare.

If the errand is so important, someone else will see to it.

Now, my mistress likes her tea weak, unless it's Darjeeling,

and then she'll take it stronger.

I do hope you'll remember.

Yes, thank you, Brody.

I can search for specimens all morning.

You should come along too, Jack.

What, while every border needs deadheading?

Someone's got to do it. I know what would be more fun.

It wasn't an offer, it was order. HE CHUCKLES

Let's go to the other side of the garden. Come on.

Ah. There you are.

That should do it. Thank you, Brody.

I have long admired Calendar Hall,

but now with George and his brood in residence,

it lacks a certain grandeur.

Something only a titled lady could bring.

How fortunate they trust me.

This place and I were made for each other.

Your tea will be saved by Hetty today, my lady.

VOICE OUTSIDE: Where are we going?

Faster, faster, faster!

There, purple Verbena.

Verbena bonariensis.

I'll get that for you, Master Edwin. Don't be silly. I can reach.

Did you know you can make a gargle to help sore throats?

Or a poultice to help heal wounds?

You know more than this book.

Albert, the old head gardener, told me.

And that...

That is a wild poppy.

You're a natural forager, Jack. Just like me.

Tidy that path up, will you? Thanks a lot(!)

Is that cow parsley? You can tell by the scent.

Jack!

Master Edwin!

LADY GRENFORD: You must understand, George, appearances count.

And with your wife's background,

well, your reputation need more work than most.

Don't you agree? If you're referring

to my wife's past as a lady's maid...

You need to meet more people of influence, George.

It's good for you, your family, and for the newspaper.

You should have lunch with Lord Wadsworth.

Thank you. I will introduce you.

Now, fetch me the children. Just the girls will suffice.

There's no need to trouble Edwin, poor thing.

Yes, my lady.

I gave you an order.

Bring me the girls immediately.

Does anything hurt, Master Edwin?

There you go. Are you sure?

I look fine, don't I?

You should have put on the brakes! You should have told me.

Oh, do stop fussing.

Anyone would think I'm an invalid.

KNOCKING

A request from Lady Grenford, Miss Emily.

She'd like to see you in the drawing room.

Just when I'd reached the workings of the human heart.

Not that Dragon Lady has one.

Last one there's a stinky egg!

You can't catch me!

Miss Constance!

FOOTSTEPS

I won!

Goodness! Constance, please.

I'm sure Constance is just eager to see Lady Grenford.

How nice of you to join us.

I was taking a rest.

This excitement tires me.

I don't want a baby sister.

It'll mess up all my dollies.

GEORGE: The new baby may well be a boy.

Of course. Then you'll have an heir.

I already have an heir in Edwin, Lady Grenford.

Yes, I meant should he not have the strength

to represent the Calendar name.

Edwin's not weak.

Emily. Edwin's pulse beats as strongly as my own.

How poetic.

I'm learning about the heart in medical books, not poetry.

A young lady studying medicine?

Your daughter ought to learn more of domestic matters.

After all, if you can't even hold on to a housekeeper, Mrs Calendar.

Lady Grenford, surely you must understand. Mrs...

Earlier I even witnessed young Master Calendar outside in his chair

with two garden boys.

Why are you still here? We require more tea.

Yes, my lady.

EDWIN: Please, don't say a word about my fall.

There'll be such a to-do.

As long as you're feeling well, Master Edwin.

I thought I heard voices.

You two, out.

If Lady Grenford were to see you making this place look so untidy!

It's my fault.

We were discussing botany...

..I think.

Master Edwin?

Just a bit dizzy.

What are you both waiting for? Go on.

I'll take you to your room.

Do you have a headache, Master Edwin?

Cover for me, Agnes, please.

An hour to see Ida.

I can't take it.

That Grenford hates everybody.

Just because Rosamund used to be a servant like us.

What do you take me for? Stupid? Now work.

No wonder Brody's tense. She did give me a smile earlier.

Perhaps helping me stay on Grenford's good side.

You are such a duffer, Feather.

Unless Brody needed her shoes polishing,

I doubt she'd be nice to a maid like you.

Why not? At least I'm not a big mouth like you. Oh, really?

BELL RINGS You're calling ME a big mouth?

Do you mind? Upstairs are waiting.

Yes, Agnes. And you'd all do better

to keep to your own business and not meddle in others'.

She'll never learn.

Gideon. What are you doing here?

Edwin's taken ill because of a fall in the garden.

What, with you and Jack? I need to tell them what happened.

Gid, Lady Grenford loses her rag over which way her bread's buttered.

Imagine what she'd do to a garden boy who's just caused an accident.

You'd be sacked. I have to do something.

I work up here. Let me find out more.

Get out before you're thrown out.

I apologise for this intrusion. It's Master Edwin.

He was in the library, though now I have returned him to his room.

He's dizzy.

He's also rather feverish.

It sounds like influenza.

Or some other contagion.

Let's not jump to any conclusions.

Poor Edwin. Let me go to him.

You? For the sake of the baby, George,

your wife must not be allowed near.

He's ill. I need to see him.

Diseases are spread by coughs and sneezes.

Until we know what's wrong,

even being in the same room could be a risk.

Lady Grenford has a point.

That will be all.

I'm sure a moment would be fine.

Brody, please escort Mrs Calendar to her room.

I shall send for my physician.

Dr Vishnu has a growing reputation throughout society.

We have our own doctor, Lady Grenford.

One only wants what's best.

Now, Emily, run along and keep your stepmother company.

Take Constance to the nursery.

A little needlecraft will help to pass the time.

Why are you sneaking around?

I saw you. No reason, Miss Constance.

I hope not, otherwise I'll tell Dragon Lady.

Hetty. Miss Emily, I need to speak to you.

Me too. Keep my stepmother company.

It's about...Gideon.

Let's keep this silly fever down, shall we?

Thank you, Emily.

Emily, what are you doing here?

Why that woman must confine me to my room without seeing him,

with only last week's pictorial for company.

Let's hope Edwin's better soon, ma'am.

If only I knew the facts then perhaps I could settle.

There is something, ma'am.

What's that?

In the garden...

Yes, Hetty?

Edwin, he spends a lot of time in the garden, is what I mean...

..so...

..with all that fresh air, he must be strong.

Quite.

In the meantime, I'd appreciate it if you were to keep me informed.

Of course, ma'am.

Shall I fetch you some more tea?

Mm.

Emily, we'll know more when the doctor arrives.

But it says in my book... Perhaps so, but you are not a doctor.

My lady, sir.

Mrs Calendar is concerned about Edwin.

She wanted me to ask how he is.

It could be a serious illness.

It's like on Edwin's hands - tiny, deep, scarlet dots.

Measles perhaps.

Even diphtheria can present with a skin rash...

..along with typhoid.

Goodness! Such disease can spread like wildfire.

Or even brain fever.

Please don't inform Mrs Calendar of this, Hetty. She'll only worry.

Yes, sir.

I think I shall retire to my room for a while.

EDWIN COUGHS

We're coming, Edwin.

Where have you been? Kidnapped by Lady Grenford?

Taking tea with your chum, Brody?

Miss Emily ordered me to wait on Mrs Calendar, actually.

She wants tea.

You? Now we'll never hear the end of it.

You think I actually want to be here while Ida's waiting for me

in Hampstead with no idea where I am?

She'll know you'll be busy at work if she's got any sense.

Afternoons off! All of you, this talk.

Hetty? Tea for Mrs Calendar.

Sheila, I need your help. It's about Edwin.

He needs to get a message to Gideon.

Rosamund, you were given an instruction.

With all due respect, Edwin is my stepson

and you cannot stop me from seeing him. This is my house.

And by now, I thought you might have learned how to behave in it

with a little more decorum.

I shall discuss this further with my husband.

SHE WINCES

Now, I must see Edmund.

Oh, dear. If only you'd followed my advice and remained in your room.

Mrs Calendar. Until the doctor arrives, Brody, you must suffice.

Assist her.

The fall's not why Master Edwin's sick. I've never heard of

anyone getting a rash like that from falling over.

So you didn't nearly kill him after all.

Sheila, the baby's coming. What?

Still, doesn't mean he's out of the woods, or you.

Wouldn't be the first time

a servant got the chop for something they didn't do!

A rash.

We need to head back to where Master Edwin fell. Come on.

Oh, staff should not see me like this.

This is an emergency, Mrs Calendar.

SHE GROANS

Keep her calm, Hetty.

I'll check to see if there's any news of the doctor's arrival.

SHE GROANS

That's it, squeeze my hand if you need to.

Thank you, Hetty.

You're welcome.

ROSAMUND GROANS

What are we looking for again?

Any flower that I've never seen in this garden before.

Like that.

Don't touch it.

Why? Albert told me about a plant so poisonous

that it could kill you.

It was called hooded something.

If Edwin touched it when he fell, it's still our fault.

Edwin might have been poisoned by a flower?

The only way we'll know for sure is if we look it up in Edwin's book.

Come on.

If Brody sees us in the main house, Jack...

Then we'll just have to make sure she doesn't.

Fetch more towels for Mrs Calendar.

I'll wait for the doctor. And we need hot water.

It wasn't their fault. It wasn't whose fault?

Don't punish them. Edwin, what are you talking about?

Father, come quick.

He was talking but he's not making any sense.

What's the matter with him?

Emily, go to the hall.

Tell Dr Vishnu to hurry when he gets here. Yes, father.

And check on your stepmother.

Emily?

Where are we going?

What's that? Come on.

Come on, take it.

Right this way, sir. Thank you.

There we go.

Albert showed me the way. Where does it lead?

Wait and see.

Wait for me.

There now, Mrs Calendar. It'll all be over soon.

The doctor will soon be with you.

What about Edwin? Go to him. Check everything's all right.

No, I'm staying right here with you.

Mr Calendar will let us know when he's talked with the doctor.

ROSAMUND GROANS

That's it, Mrs Calendar. Push.

The baby's coming.

It's up here. Come on.

Told you I knew the way.

What is it, doctor?

His symptoms are the same as many conditions,

though your suggestion of brain fever

may be the closest explanation.

Does the child have the strength to recover from this?

We'll know in time. I shall give a restorative tonic to begin.

You're the bravest boy I know, Edwin.

BABY CRIES

Sh. There, there.

He's beautiful.

I'll inform Lady Grenford and Mr Calendar.

Hurry up and find the plant.

DOOR CLOSES

I've got it. It's Brody.

DOOR THUDS

That was close. Too close!

Look.

Monkshood. I knew it was hooded something.

What else does it say? I can't see properly in this light.

Highly poisonous. You were right.

We have to get to Master Edwin's room, no matter who finds us.

Come on!

The doctor will be with you very soon, Mrs Calendar.

No. You can't take my baby, do you hear?

No-one's taking your baby, Mrs Calendar.

He's mine.

I'm going to keep him.

He's my child.

Oh. Mrs Calendar.

I'll fetch some help.

Miss Emily... Edwin's ill. He can't read a book.

We think he's been poisoned.

Emily, I told you... No, you have to listen to them.

Dr Vishnu. We believe Master Edwin has been poisoned, sir.

By monkshood. It's a plant.

Brody?

What's the baby like, Feather? Do well-to-do sprogs cry less

than foundling ones? Sheila, I need Brody.

Mrs Calendar's not making any sense. Something's not right.

Mrs Whittock, where's Brody?

Let me think.

She's with the family.

Doctor's arrived, if you need him.

These boys are to blame for all of this?

No, it was an accident.

Jack remembered an antidote. Belladonna.

But that's another dangerous plant.

That's never found on the estate.

He's right. But tincture of atropa of belladonna

is now used to treat many common ailments.

I carry it as a matter of course.

As Edwin didn't ingest the plant,

this might be enough to steady him through.

HETTY: Sorry.

I do apologise, but could the doctor see Mrs Calendar now?

Doctor? Stay with the boy a while.

I will attend on Mrs Calendar.

Allow me, Dr Vishnu.

The older boy is stronger than I'd imagine.

Now there's another heir to worry about.

But I'm not giving up on Calendar Hall just yet.

There is always a way, ma'am.

Together, we shall find it.

He's coming round.

Accidents can happen,

but your honesty and knowledge saved his life.

We have a brother, Edwin.

Is the baby well?

I'm sure he's a perfect boy.

Just like you, Edwin.

A tonic, Mrs Calendar.

Should help break the fever.

No. No.

Please don't take him away.

We're just over here.

The doctor's just checking him, Mrs Calendar.

No-one's taking your son anywhere.

That's what they said with Charles.

Charles? Who's Charles?

They took him and gave him away.

It was the worst moment of my life.

Hetty, he was mine.

I didn't want him to go. He was my baby.

But where is he now?

At that moment, I began to realise

the new arrival had brought back some buried memories.

..whilst another had been born.

But there was another child, too...

..that no-one else at Calendar Hall knew about,

except me.

But where was he,

and who was he?

Just like Ida had wanted to find me,

I could see that Mrs Calendar was desperately missing her first baby,

but how could she ever see him again?

If anyone ever found out she had a secret son,

it would tear the Calendar family apart,

and what would that mean for the rest of us?

I may have said things when I was sick.

That didn't give you the right to listen.

You asked me about Hetty.

I think she knows something about Mrs Calendar, something interesting.

You look splendid. Doesn't she?

I think she looks like a pudding.

I knew it. This is ridiculous.

There's no such thing as ghosts. Aargh! AARGH!

Dress well, get a good husband. That's all you need to worry about.

Don't ask. The kitchen's upside down, nothing's ready

and if Lady Grenford doesn't kill us, Brody will.

By day's end, you will be housekeeper here, I promise you.

Mrs Calendar?

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