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What did he say about me?

That there was a rift with your father,

which was not of your making.

He longs to be reconciled.

- You don't know him. - You met my sister.

- I did. It was a pleasure. - She's all charm.

He didn't go to her when she was dying?

The wounds are deep.

How are you?

You seem a little sad, if you don't mind my saying.

A public gallery is one thing,

but this is a gentleman's private residence.

I've heard nothing at all about a silver mine.

Then you should have done.

I would always be open

to investment opportunities here or abroad.

Good.

Where on earth did you learn to play like that?

Sorry I haven't been in to see you for a while.

- Fathers... - This is no life for him.

Perhaps you will not accept love from those who offer it

because you choose not to.

Are you going out?

Yes, a poetry reading.

Thought it might be diverting.

But I will see you at dinner, I hope?

Yes. You will.

Good morning, sir.

Who was that?

Oh, only Mr. Snowden from across the way.

He's lost his little dog and was hoping

we might have seen it.

- What a pity. - I said we'd look out for it.

We shall.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, Vicar.

This came through the door earlier.

I put it in my apron

and clean forgot to give it to you.

Thank you.

Anything you need?

Um...

No.

Thank you.

"Alas it was sold, that trinket of gold

which my ruiner gave to me--

All the winter nights on my bosom, as cold

- It lay, as his heart might be." - Oh, God.

You should come and listen.

"...did I At thy command..."

No, thank you.

"Thou bad'st us increase and multiply--

And our tyrants bid us perish.

The child lay stiff as a frozen straw

in the woman's white cold breast--

And the parson in its dead features saw

His own to the truth expressed.

He turned from the bosom

whose heart was broke

Once it pillowed him as he slept--

He turned from the lips that no longer spoke

From the eyes that no longer wept..."

Thank you.

When was it written?

Around 1820, I think.

Good old Shelley. Still as relevant.

Courageous to attack hypocrisy in the church.

It's always the women, isn't it,

who bear the greatest burden?

Because we have the babies, and men can walk away.

Shelley himself walked away, I'm afraid,

left his wife and child.

- Did he? - He did.

This was before he met Mary.

His first wife drowned herself, I think, in the Serpentine.

No.

- I mean, is that really true? - I'm afraid so.

It all comes back to what we were saying before, I suppose.

Words are important.

But it's what we do which really counts.

Changed your mind?

About sitting for me?

Truthfully, I would love to.

I'm afraid it really isn't possible.

I could keep the likeness minimal.

Think about it.

Thank you.

It was fascinating, moving in so many ways.

I'm glad you were here.

Perhaps I'll persuade my husband to come with me next time.

Yes...

by all means.

When might we see you again?

- I don't know. - I shall have to organize

another event as quickly as possible.

Shall I hail a cab, Your Ladyship?

Yes. I'll come down with you.

Sell your interest in the foundry?

Some of it, not all. I need to raise capital.

But it's the worst possible time to sell.

The business is yet to prove itself.

It's doing better than we could've hoped.

But we're months, years away, even, from profit.

Is this because of the silver mine

you mentioned, Your Lordship?

I believe the Marquise d'Etagnac is behind it.

- What have you heard? - Whisperings, that's all.

But I'll grant you, people are saying

it's an exceptional opportunity.

How else could I raise capital... quickly?

Do you know how much we're looking at?

You can sell one of the import lines,

but they've been your family's mainstay for 50 years.

- Sell a parcel of land? - No.

The fastest solution would be to borrow, Your Lordship.

You have plenty of collateral.

I've never borrowed before, and I won't start now.

Would you like me to approach the Marquise, Your Lordship?

No.

No, she must approach us.

I won't be seen to be begging for an opportunity.

And she will approach us. Why would she not?

We've impressed her at every turn,

earned her trust.

Agreed.

Find me an investor for the foundry.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

From the Marquise.

She is to hold a ball.

I expect it will be the most glamorous affair of the year.

Something to look forward to.

Yes.

How was your afternoon? The, uh...

The poetry?

It was enjoyable.

Extremely interesting.

Where was it?

In Bloomsbury.

How was your afternoon?

Good. Productive.

I'm hoping to embark on another venture with the Marquise.

Really?

She has a silver mine, which is expanding rapidly,

and she's looking for investors.

There's nothing settled yet, but I--

- A silver mine? - In Mexico. In the Americas.

That sounds thrilling.

Well, I think so.

You shall conquer the world.

One step at a time.

You all right?

Not really.

What do you do when you think your mistress...

or your master...

is heading into trouble?

- Is she? - Perhaps.

They haven't been the same since that business with his brother.

- Hmm. - The Reverend.

Well, it's not for us to say anything, is it?

We only ever know half the story anyway.

About any of them.

Dear Lord...

I hated it...

when you didn't come to the Rochesters'.

Sorry.

The thought that you were out in the world somewhere...

living your life without me.

Where were you?

I was viewing some paintings.

That's all.

Were you really detained?

I wasn't sure you wanted me there.

Clara, if I have ever made you feel...

I hate that you could feel that.

When you're not there, I can think only of you.

We should go and see

the Rochesters again soon, don't you think?

So, they know there's no difficulty between us.

If you wish.

Is that your chief concern-- that no one should suspect

there are difficulties between us?

No. Of course not.

Of course not. You're my chief concern.

But I'm sure you would agree it's important.

I think if we see them again

it will only confirm their suspicions.

Please stop this.

Do you think this is all my doing?

I think we should endeavor to draw a line and start again.

Do you think this will all just go away?

I need to know that this is the end of it.

Or what?

Or are you thinking you'll go to the peelers?

The choices are all mine, aren't they?

Whether I have a little word with the ladies of the parish?

- Send a letter to the bishop? - What we do might be a sin,

but it needn't open the door to cruelty.

I do what it takes.

You try living my life, Vicar, then judge me.

Got your money's worth though, didn't you, hmm?

You loved it.

Promise me that this is the last time.

This is the last time.

Right then...

Steady now.

Now this is a welcome, isn't it, Peter?

Peter! Peter! Peter!

It's so lovely to see you!

- We've missed you! - Come! Come and play!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, Peter! Come on!

Let's go!

When was the last time they all played together?

Not for a number of years.

He looks small.

That'll change, Your Grace.

Human beings are like flowers, aren't they?

They need sunlight and air to thrive.

You thought him well enough to come with us today?

Certainly.

His pulse is regular, if not a touch fast.

But that's exactly what I'd expect from a boy

who's about to do something exciting

- and a little frightening. - Hmm.

He's brave.

The Duke and I are extremely grateful to you

for taking on Peter's care.

I hope you know that I'm honored, Your Grace.

We have suspended Dr. Moorcroft's visits

for the time being.

The Duke, I should warn you,

still holds some reservations regarding your approach.

That's entirely understandable.

I'm sure, very soon,

you'll see a great improvement in Peter's well-being.

We can't hope for miracles, of course.

Oh, I pray for a miracle, Dr. Ellerby,

every night.

Come on, Peter, look!

There's a huge beetle!

- Thank you. - Your Ladyship.

A visitor, Your Ladyship.

The Marquise d'Etagnac. Will you receive her?

Yes. I'll receive her in here.

The Marquise d'Etagnac.

- Madame! - My dearest girl.

I hope you don't mind. I have invited myself.

Not at all. Please.

Ah! I see you have the invitation to my ball. Good.

Yes. Thank you.

I was going to reply to you today.

We'd be delighted to attend.

I thought the renovations are complete,

and Belgravia needs a little excitement, yes?

Why don't our friends have more parties?

Yes.

And where is dear Frederick?

He's out.

He usually is at this hour.

Ah, yes?

I hope he's not neglecting you.

- I must speak to him. - Please don't.

Sorry.

Please don't.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Then I won't.

What is it?

I know, I know. I can be mischievous sometimes.

That is my way.

But I also know how to keep quiet when I need to.

I do feel that...

there is a distance between myself and Frederick.

I sometimes feel that he would

rather be anywhere else than with me.

Dear girl, you are so sweet.

I had hoped you would have longer

before the realities of marriage set in.

Men tire of us so easily. So quickly.

For them, there are so many temptations.

No, I didn't mean--

Suddenly they are out all the time.

Business, the club,

making excuses not to be with us.

Lucky them.

I think... I'm... I'm sure

it is only work that is absorbing him.

Mm-hmm.

He's extremely busy. In fact, he told me about

the new adventure that you're planning together,

the silver mine.

- Ah, yes? - Mm.

He's tremendously excited about it.

The import and export allows for some trade

with the Continent, of course, but the Americas.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

And you, my dear, how are you filling your time

whilst Frederick is... working?

I hope you have found your own distractions?

Live your life, beautiful Clara.

Seize the opportunities you're offered.

It is your life, yes?

Not Frederick's. Not anyone else's.

I'm so sorry Stephen isn't here. He's seeing patients.

That's all right. And I won't keep you

from your work for long, only I...

I'm not entirely sure how to say this.

I wondered if you found your Perdita,

because if you haven't, then--

Ah. As it happens, I did. Only yesterday.

Oh. I'm too late.

No. Goodness, I'm not going

to pass up the opportunity to paint you.

You're... Well, you're what we call a stunner.

It's a word the Brotherhood, the Pre-Raphaelites use

for a woman who is inspiring.

We must paint you in another guise.

I can't be recognizable.

It's more the experience, which I...

Yes, of course.

I can try to capture your essence

without making it at all obvious that it's you.

This is excellent. You need only tell me when.

I'm afraid this is rather serious.

I have reason to believe that Nell has been deceiving us.

Um, in what way?

Firstly, in her pretense of being a working class girl.

I have reason to suspect

that she is, in fact, well-educated,

and most probably high-born.

Um, I'm not sure that she's--

I also believe that she's either married

or that she's a fallen woman.

I think it's possible that she has a child,

which she's concealing from us.

And there's what looks like baby hair inside her locket.

- Miss Dunn. - It is a shock, I know.

Please, listen to me.

If Nell herself should ever have need of my guidance,

I will be there by her side.

If she has had difficulty in her past,

for which she craves solace or support,

she need only ask me, and I will offer it...

as I hope you would, too.

Yes. Yeah, I would.

That is the charitable thing, the... Christian thing.

- Yes, is it not? - It is.

- I-- - If you'll excuse me.

They've been so swollen lately.

Perhaps it is the heat.

I do not know.

Perhaps you should consult a doctor, ma'am.

Yes.

And in the winter...

I'm a martyr to the chilblains.

- What's going on? - Oh, she's been so kind.

She's attending to my feet, dear.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Get up please, Nell.

But she hasn't finished.

But get up, off your knees, please.

- I don't mind, miss. - No, I do.

Really, Mother, I'm sure Nell has better things to do

than to deal with your... extremities.

Oh, but...

they're as a distant shore, dear,

and quite unreachable.

Thank you.

And kindly start the dinner.

Yes, miss.

Thank you.

You must treat her with more respect, Mother.

- I think I do treat her-- - No, you don't.

That has to change.

- I don't suppose you'd-- - No, I would not.

I would rather pull my own teeth.

That's not very nice.

Have you had a trying day?

I expect you're missing your sister, aren't you?

What sister? The one who's forgotten we exist?

I'm sure you'll see her soon,

and she'll know exactly what to say.

Ah, I was hoping I'd see you before I left.

Would you like some tea, Mr. Ross?

Got to get on, I'm afraid.

Just had His Lordship barking in my ear again.

Never satisfied. That's his trouble.

I thought his marriage was making him happy.

Please. Did your marriage make you happy?

Less said about that the better.

Soap. Lavender. Your favorite.

Just promise to think of me...

next time you're in your bathtub.

Good day, Mrs. Enright.

I thought you would like to know

- that I saw the Marquise today. - Really?

I wish you'd told me she was coming.

I didn't know. She simply arrived.

- And how was she? - Very well.

I managed to speak to her about the silver mine.

Was I not right to?

The silver mine?

I told her that you were extremely excited about it.

About how you've always wanted

to find more opportunities abroad.

You shouldn't have done that.

I thought I was helping.

It wasn't long ago that you were asking for my help,

asking me to speak on your behalf.

Please. I appreciate that, but--

Good morning, Nell.

- Oh, sorry... - Don't worry, Miss.

- Do you need something? - Actually...

I have a confession to make.

But I want you to know

that I've only acted as a concern for you,

for your welfare.

I looked inside your locket.

I wish you hadn't.

It was probably wrong of me.

But... the lock of hair...

it is from a baby's head, I think?

Nell?

Do you want me to leave?

No. That's not what I want at all.

I want to be of assistance to you.

You can't be.

Oh, good heavens. Oh dear. Come, come, shh, shh...

I'm sorry I've distressed you.

But I do think I have a right to an explanation.

Do you have a child?

But I did.

Lily.

Her name was Lily.

What happened to Lily?

She froze...

in the night...

in my arms...

in a doorway.

- It was my fault. - No.

No, I don't think it could have been...

I sinned.

I gave her life...

and I failed her.

May I go, please?

Yes, yes. Go and lay, go and lay down.

I shall bring you some tea.

I won't hear of you leaving us.

No matter what the circumstances.

These things... happen...

I imagine.

I am truly sorry for you.

It needs to come off, the corset.

The goddesses didn't subject themselves to corsets.

Well, can't he use his imagination?

It's about the flow of the fabric,

the lines of the body.

Yes, I understand.

- May I come in? - Of course.

I have to go out. I thought I'd say goodbye.

What do you think?

Aphrodite, I presume?

Yes.

Well, I hope you enjoy the experience, Lady Trenchard.

Thank you.

Dr. Ellerby...

thank you for the volume of poems.

My pleasure.

I think he might need you to keep still.

Oh... Sorry.

Have you modeled for other artists,

apart from Richard?

Quite a few. It's my living.

I'd like to pay my way.

And I try to save every penny I can now for her.

I want her to have chances I didn't have--

an education.

Choices.

Her father will be able to help with that, won't he?

Her father's a publican in Shoreditch,

drinking his way through his own stock.

Don't worry.

His Lordship has sent word that he intends to dine

at his club again this evening, Your Ladyship,

and that he won't be back until late.

Really? How nice for him.

Oh!

Sorry, Your Ladyship.

It's all right, Mawd.

Come through for a moment.

We haven't really spoken since I came here, have we?

How are you?

Well, thank you, Your Ladyship.

And are you enjoying your work?

I mean, do you find it manageable?

Are you treated kindly?

- Yes, Your Ladyship. - That's good.

What do you hope for in life, Mawd?

I don't know, Your Ladyship.

You won't always be a housemaid, will you?

Would you like to be...

housekeeper? Or a lady's maid?

You have to be cleverer than me for that.

I'm sure you're quite clever enough.

I'm not, Your Ladyship.

Can you read and write?

Would you like me to teach you to read?

I mean...

I would like to teach you.

I have the time...

and... a few minutes every day.

We could try to keep it between ourselves.

And Miss Davison perhaps.

Think about it.

I would like that.

I would like that, Your Ladyship.

Then let's start tomorrow.

What's making you so happy, Mawdikins?

- Lost a penny, found sixpence? - Maybe.

Will you be going back there, Your Ladyship?

To the studio?

Probably.

I like it there.

But it is a different world, isn't it?

Please say what you want to say.

I'm sorry, Your Ladyship.

Only conventions are there for a reason.

And we break them at our peril.

Perhaps they're there to be broken.

Questioned, at least.

Otherwise, how would we ever progress?

Is this about Dr. Ellerby?

Partly.

Yes.

I hardly saw him today.

But he saw you.

Please stop it.

I'm glad you feel able to express your thoughts to me,

but really, your concerns are quite unfounded.

Thank you for seeing me, Madame,

but it isn't the foundry I wish to speak to you about.

I believe Lady Trenchard may have said something to you

last time you met regarding one of your projects--

a silver mine, and I wanted you to know

that she had misunderstood something which I said to her.

- I don't want you to-- - Ah, mon ami,

let us put our cards on the table.

The only reason I have not approached you about the mine

is because I did not wish to embarrass you.

I know, better than anyone, perhaps,

that with the foundry, you're somewhat extended.

I am by no means at the limits of my resources.

You have my word on that, Madame.

I would very much like to know more about the mine.

I would welcome the opportunity to work with you again.

I see. I will speak to Nicoli.

We may be too late, but let's see.

Thank you.

But you must promise to do something for me.

Promise me you will not be angry with dear Clara

because of what she said.

What makes you think I would be angry?

- I hope she hasn't-- - I think it is difficult for you

to have a romantic young woman

landing in the middle of your life like an explosive.

I have the greatest respect

and affection for Lady Trenchard.

Frederick, this is your very British way of saying

that you love her passionately.

I do.

But her behavior-- it sometimes confounds you.

Well, she...

is a little more impulsive than I am.

Young women like Clara, they thrive on drama.

You must hold the line, Frederick.

Show her that you will not be drawn

into her emotional extravagances,

and that life must be lived by your rules.

- No-- - She is young.

She will learn that you were right.

That is my advice, though you didn't ask for it.

And with the white ribbon.

It's sweet.

I wonder if it isn't a little girlish?

You're thinking of something more sophisticated?

Let me see.

Yes...

and in this design, perhaps?

I think the pink is prettier for a ball gown.

It's Your Ladyship's decision,

of course.

The Lord and Lady Trenchard.

Goodness me.

Well, that's quite an affair and no mistake.

They only had a red carpet rolled down the steps.

I never saw so many carriages.

She looked beautiful, didn't she? Her Ladyship.

She looked a picture, Mawdie.

Anyone can look a picture with diamonds around their neck.

You should drop some hints, Mrs. Enright.

Mm.

His Imperial Majesty Napoleon III,

Emperor of the French,

and her Imperial Majesty, Empress Eugenie.

- Good Lord. - Indeed.

One isn't used to feeling like the hoi polloi.

Apparently, Disraeli is expected.

The Marquise-- she's a remarkable woman.

Rumor has it the Emperor is a fellow investor of ours.

- The silver mine. - Hmm.

Claims the war and all the trouble

has left him penniless, but in fact,

he has a secret hoard,

and he's entrusting it to madame.

Delicious, isn't it?

Lady Trenchard.

Lord Netherbury.

- Lady Netherbury. - How splendid you look, my dear.

Thank you and--

You have surpassed yourself.

- Good evening. - Surpassed yourself.

That's what I call a gown, Edith, for future reference.

Now I shall require at least two dances.

You've brought it on yourself, you know?

- You look very well, Duchess. - Thank you. I am.

In fact, I haven't felt this happy in years.

The Duke and I have reached an understanding

regarding Peter's care.

- I'm very glad to hear that. - I am starting to feel hopeful

about the possibility of him remaining with us.

And how are you, dear Frederick?

Well, thank you.

And Clara? She looks stunning tonight.

Yes, I'm sure she's enjoying the attention.

And why should she not?

Well, we have been experiencing some difficulties of late.

- I did wonder. - It's frightening.

I wish more than anything

that we could find a way back to how we were.

Bliss.

The rightness of what we shared, it was...

And it's slipping away.

Frederick...

I know only too well how testing marriage can be.

Sometimes it feels like

an endless round of misunderstandings.

But with affection and goodwill on both sides,

you will get through it.

I promise.

Thank you. Thank you.

Don't torture yourself.

They have been friends for many years, have they not?

Yes. I wasn't thinking--

But then can a man and a woman ever simply be friends?

Ah! We dance!

I believe the first is mine.

It is.

You're far too late, Trenchard.

Let's show him how it's done, shall we?

Monsieur.

Avec les compliments de Madame.

Thank you.

What's that?

Business.

Did you enjoy your evening?

Somewhat.

Not as much as you did, perhaps.

What do you mean?

I mean, one must be mindful

of the degree of attention one solicits.

Men like Netherbury are quick to take advantage if...

If what?

But one of us, at least, must observe the proprieties.

Do you know what this reminds me of?

That artist in Italy... the sketch he drew of me.

What are you talking about?

Have we really come no further than this?

If I seek attention,

perhaps it's because I receive so little from you.

Though you're happy enough to give

your attention to the Duchess.

Perhaps you understand now how hurtful it is

to be condemned so quickly,

- so readily. - Condemned?

Why must you always leap to such extremes?

I honestly believe I don't know you at all.

I'm perfectly sure I don't know you.

You know more about me than any living soul.

You don't even know yourself.

You don't have the courage to look into your own heart.

You can't even speak to your own brother.

We need to talk about this.

We can't just pretend that all of this will mend itself.

There's been enough talking. God knows.

I don't want to live my life like this,

and I would hope that you don't either.

I want to live with trust... and love!

So do I.

Do you have an investor for me yet?

I'm speaking to someone, Your Lordship,

but these things take time.

We don't have time, as you can see.

We must borrow.

Are you sure I can't come with you, Your Ladyship?

I really think I should.

- Lady Trenchard, hello. - I'm sorry it's so early.

Oh, don't worry. I've been up for hours.

Will you come up? We're about to have some coffee.

No, no, no, no, no...

What's happened?

I'm losing him!

I'm losing him.

What have you done?