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Come on.

I applaud your foresight.

It's as well to be prepared.

For what?

Any encounter.

With those who might
wish us ill.

Ross Poldark would not dare
lay a finger on me.

Even though we tried
to get him hanged?

We failed.

Did you forget?

Ah, but on that score,

there are other ways
to choke a man.

And if the rumors
about his finances are true,

it shouldn't be
difficult.

Well, I look forward
to hearing of your progress.

Yes?

Begging yer pardon,
Captain, sir.

'Tis a letter for ye, sir,
if it please ye, sir.

Ah, the ole Trevorgie
workings.

'Tis a fine thought, sir.

What is?

Whatever ye was thinking, sir.

I'm thinking of thrashing you
from here to Sawle.

Aye, sir.

Well, whatever ye say, sir.

Much obliged, sir.

I write to remind you that your loan of 1,000 pounds

with interest at 40%
is shortly due for repayment.

Your friend, Harris Pascoe.

All I need.

What is?

Jud.

His groveling

is killing me.

Are you away somewhere?

To Truro.

For the Wheal Leisure
shareholders' meeting.

Oh.

Just... since the trial,
I've scarce seen you,

let alone
had time to speak.

You always seem about
some business or other.

The mine.

The harvest.

Would you have me
neglect our affairs?

No, Ross.

We'll talk soon,
I promise.

Gentlemen, welcome
to the quarterly meeting

of the Wheal Leisure
shareholders.

Now, before we begin,

I must make you aware that
Mrs. Jacqueline Tregidden

has sold her shares
to a Mr. Coke.

Since Mrs. Tregidden
has always trusted us

to do our business
without her interference,

let's hope this gentleman
will do the same.

If...

Good day to you, gentlemen.

My name is Tankard.

Acting on behalf of Mr. Coke.

Mr. Warleggan, more like.

TANKARD:Pray go on
with the business, sir.

I'm most eager to hear
what you have to say.

Oh, shield your eyes,
my boy!

The dazzle of Warleggan livery
can blind a man!

George has invited us
to a soirée.

I've sent our regrets.

No, no, no.

No, surely not.

Pray convey our delight
in declining his invitation.

Now then, boy, would you like
to do your lessons

or help me in the fields?

The fields!

The fields is
the correct answer!

Gentlemen, it's been four years since we opened Wheal Leisure.

We started with 50 men.

Now we employ 100.

We're not prosperous,
but we consistently show

a small profit.

Though we're not
getting fat on it.

But that could change if another lode of copper

could be found.

Mr. Henshawe?

'Tis common knowledge that
the ancient Trevorgie workings,

abandoned a half century ago
when the owner died,

were never worked out.

The old shafts
caved in long ago.

'Tis impossible to reach
from above grass.

But if you look
at this old map

and compare it
with the current map

of the Wheal Leisure
workings,

you'll see that we've
extended considerably

in the direction
of Trevorgie.

My proposal is this:

We divert our quarterly profits

into starting
an exploratory tunnel

to see if we can join up
the old Trevorgie workings

and access the untapped copper.

And who's to do
the digging?

Will it take men away
from the day-to-day workings?

Can you guarantee that copper
will be found?

How will this affect
my client's dividends?

As you know, sir, there are
no guarantees in mining.

Mr. Henshawe will personally
supervise the venture.

A small team,

including myself,
will be led by Zacky Martin.

And we'll take on six extra men
to cover them.

Well, I can't see the harm of it.

I doubt their wages
will bankrupt us.

Ye can be sure
of that, sir.

I'm in favor.

Who's with me?

Motion carried.

Mr. Aukitt
and Mr. Tankard declined.

Captain McNeil!

Mistress Poldark.

Have you recovered
from your husband's ordeal?

I give thanks daily
for his acquittal, sir.

Doubtless he's
a wiser man for it.

No more sailing
close to the wind.

Well, you know Ross.

Mm.

Is he home?

In town.

I'm in the neighborhood

at the behest
of Unwin Trevaunance,

advising on matters
of local security.

But I trust I may drop in
and take a glass of rum

with my old army comrade--

or indeed,
my old comrade's wife?

Allow me, ma'am.

Oh, um...

Thank you.

George Warleggan finally has a spy in the camp.

ROSS:It was bound to happen
eventually.

But provided the other
shareholders hold firm,

Tankard and George
can be kept in check.

It's the last thing
ye need now,

with all the rumors
going about.

Rumors?

The perilous state
of your finances.

Have people nothing better
to gossip about?

You'll have to excuse me,
gentlemen.

I'll see you tonight
at the mine.

ZACKY:When's the last time
ye took a day off?

When I sat in jail,
awaiting trial.

Captain Ross be home soon,
i' bla'.

I hope so,
seeing as Captain McNeil

has called especially
to see him.

Your health, ma'am.

In truth, it was also you
I wished to see.

On account of your skill
at cow doctoring.

I've no such thing, sir.

Sir Hugh Bodrugan
has heard different.

His prize cow Sheba
is sick.

He'd esteem it
the greatest of favors

if you'd cast your eye
over the beast

and prescribe a remedy.

He asked for you particularly.

I don't doubt it.

May I tell him that

he need not hope in vain?

Captain McNeil.

An ambush, sir!

Caught off guard
and in possession of the field!

How are you, sir?

On maneuvers hereabouts?

Quartered with Sir Hugh
at Werry House,

whither I'm attempting
to lure your wife.

To what end?

Sir Hugh wants me
to tend to his cow,

though I say I've no skill.

Can I persuade you

to lend your wife
to such a cause?

Demelza has a mind
of her own, sir.

But since she has
a special fondness for Sir Hugh,

no doubt she'll be over
directly.

If you'll excuse me, I have
mine figures to attend to.

Look, Horace,

what beastly
little hovels.

Who could bear
to live here?

I urge you to quit this place
and come to London.

Loathsome sights
need not distress you.

I did not say I found all the sights

loathsome hereabouts.

Well done, my boy.

He's not been right
since he returned

from Bodmin.

He is changed.

And I do not know how or why.

But we must be glad of it.

Elizabeth Poldark "regrets."

This is Francis's doing.

Why, uh, waste your time
on these people?

Surely Unwin is
of more use.

Unwin is proving less
of an asset than I'd hoped.

All manner of promises made
in exchange for votes,

and I'm beginning to fear
they've been wasted.

What's the use of having
an MP in your pocket

if he's too obtuse
to do your bidding?

He is pliable.

Is that not an asset?

Only if yoked
to wit and intelligence,

which in this case it is not.

How was the meeting?

Illuminating.

Tell me.

Oh, but first,
summon Tom Harry.

There's another small matter
regarding Poldark's manservant.

When his worshipfulness
the judge, he says to me,

"Mister Paynter," he says,
"did this man do wrong or no?"

And I says,
"Sithee, your honorableness,

"Ross Poldark is as innocent

as a newly dropped babe
in its first wettels."

And, says his majestical
honorableness, "Mister Paynter,

"'tis your testimony
and your testimony alone

has set this man free."

Did you mislay your manners?

Leaving me alone
to deal with our guest?

You appeared to be handling him
admirably.

I felt like an intruder.

Meaning what?

Demelza, do you really suppose

he wants you to cure
Bodrugan's cow?

He makes his intentions
very plain.

I think I ought to be able
to judge that for myself.

No doubt you think so.

Just be careful his uniform
doesn't dazzle you.

It has that effect
on some people.

Especially a common miner's
daughter

who don't know any better?That's for you to demonstrate.

You are detestable,
saying that!

I'm sure I didn't start
this argument.

No, but you never do.

You just give me
the cold shoulder

and sour looks

and despise everything
that isn't up

to your high-and-mighty
standards!

What ye been saying
to upset the maid?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Demelza?

Are you well?

Quite well, thank ye.

I came in search
of Garrick.

He scented a rabbit.

Garrick!

Garrick, come to!

Is Ross recovered

from the trial?

He rarely speaks of it.

And your news?

The child?

Is he pleased?

Not exactly.

You've not told him.

He don't wish for another.

Since Julia, he...

...he haven't the heart for it.

And we're to blame.

'Tis not my belief.

It's good of you to say so.

But the fact that there's still
discord between our families...

There is.

And I think it will not be
lightly set aside.

By Ross, at least.

Garrick!

When we strike,

it must be clean and swift
and out of sight.

Giss on, man.

You're talking
to the master now.

Gentlemen.

A good night's work?

A good deal nearer Trevorgie
than this time yesterday!

Go home and get some rest.

None of that for the wicked!

It's home to breakfast
and then away to Truro.

My finances require
urgent attention.

Demelza.

Ross.

You first.

No, you.

I want to apologize.

I've been distracted of late.

But there are things I've been
wishing to say to you.

And I you.

About our finances.

Oh.

My shares in Wheal Leisure

are the only thing
of value we have.

I've begun work
in this new tunnel

to try and improve our chances

of the mine becoming
more profitable,

but still, our own coffers
are almost bare.

It doesn't need to be like that.

You're head purser at the mine.

Why won't you take a wage?

I prefer to plow
every last penny into the mine.

We have, however,

a more pressing concern.

Last year, I asked Pascoe

to find me a loan
of 1,000 pounds.

The interest, at 40%,
is due this week.

400 pounds?

Yes.

How is half such a sum
to be found?

What's to be done?

Ride to Truro,
see if Pascoe's managed

to get the loan extended
for another year?

In the meantime,

the more I work
in the mine,

the better our chances
of reaching Trevorgie.

And the interest?

Look about you.

See what you can bear
to part with.

Then look again.

Ah, Mistress Demelza!

Have you come
to steal my heart?

No, sir.

I've come to visit your cow.

It wasn't easy,
but I've secured agreement

for your loan to be extended
for another year.

At the same
exorbitant rate.

Provided this year's interest
is forthcoming tomorrow.

A mere 400 pounds.

Quite so.

She do look fair sick, Sir Hugh.

What treatment has she had?

Well, all manner of blisters,
clysters, salves and poultices.

All to no avail.

But I've no doubt
you'll offer better advice.

I will.

Start afresh
with a better beast.

How went the shareholders'
meeting?

Well enough,

but for the appearance
of a new shareholder.

Tankard?

The Warleggan proxy?

You heard.

Are they on a mission
to own the company?

No, sir.

Just to own me.

This cow you speak of,
your Emma...

Oh, she's our pride
and joy, sir,

so we could not let her go.

Except at a goodly price.

Oh, well, not if
the rumors be true.

Your husband's
financial difficulties.

Of course, I'm always happy
to help a friend,

and I could be persuaded
to pay that "goodly price"

if the terms were right.

And what terms
would you require?

Oh, merely
a kind of interest

payable here and here

and here.

Sir Hugh,
you forget yourself.

On the contrary.

Judas, I think my dog
has better manners!

Woof, woof!

McNEIL:
Sir Hugh.

I believe you're wanted
at the house.

Urgently.

Sir Hugh is a mite
unruly sometimes.

Should you decide to brave
his company again,

I will personally undertake
to protect you

from his enthusiasm.

I'm much obliged, sir.

I'm not overjoyed

to think of Sir Hugh
in possession of Emma.

No, nor I.

But you said she must be sold,
and I've secured a buyer.

So what else must go?

Well, not the oxen.

Without them,
we cannot plow.

The pigs,
the chickens...

The clock.

The carpet.

The settle.

At least one chair.

My brooch is worth
100 pounds.

That was a gift.

But it may need to be sold
in the end.

I wonder what Garrick
could fetch on the open market?

One overgrown mongrel--
carnivorous.

Crockery breaker.

Stealer of pies.

Do you suppose there'd be
any takers?

May I fetch you anything
from market, Uncle?

You're going with Unwin,
are you?

Good lord, no.

I'm in need of some sensible
conversation.

Well then, Hicks
must escort you.

Caroline, you
cannot be roaming

about the countryside
unaccompanied.

No, Uncle.

But if I were to go,
what could I bring you?

Sugared almonds?

Marzipan?

You spoil your old uncle.

Dr. Enys.

What a lucky encounter.

How are you,
Miss Penvenen?

I have a tingling
in my throat.

Do you think
it could be serious?

I very much doubt it.

You seem otherwise
in the peak of health.

I hope it's not Morbus
strangulatorius.

If it were the putrid throat,
you'd soon know it.

Is that what Ross Poldark's
daughter had?

He's not exactly blessed
with luck, is he?

No.

And that doesn't seem
about to change.

How humiliating
it must be for him.

Less for her,
I suppose.

I doubt either of them

see it that way.

Would you excuse me, ma'am?

I have patients to see to.

Mistress Poldark.

Ross.

How are you?

You don't look
at all well.

Can it be the anxieties
of the trial?

Nor you, George.

Could you have had
some disappointment?

None that I know of.

Perhaps it is yet to come.

Ross.

How did you manage it?

It was quite
straightforward.

We sold pretty much
everything we own.

You see, a real horse

is much better than
a hobby horse, is it not?

Why does Uncle George

not visit us anymore?

Uncle George
is not our friend.

Is Uncle Ross
our friend?

In time.

In time, I hope he will be.

You're quite the favorite
with Mrs. Tabb these days.

She cannot abide
Dr. Choake.

I suspect she prefers
the cheapness of my remedies.

Or possibly
their efficacy.

Aunt Agatha,

Dr. Enys has agreed
to take tea with us.

You know how she loves to hear
of the latest dread diseases.

Is it my imagination,

or is Francis in better spirits
these days?

Scrofula!

That's it!

Great purple blotches,
swellings of the neck...

Since the trial,
you would not know him.

I cannot tell if it's
because Ross was saved

or if something happened
while he was in Bodmin.

He shared your room
the night before the trial.

Did you notice any strangeness
in mood or behavior?

Not that I can recall.

From something he said,
I had the feeling...

You may think me callous
or hysterical,

but I could almost believe

that Francis had intended
to kill himself.

Did he?

Whatever occurred,
be glad of it.

He came to town
a broken man.

He returned...

...like that.

Mr. Paynter!

Who, sir?

Me, sir?

Nay, not I, sir.

You recall the bargain we struck
some time ago?

Bargain?

I never struck no such thing!

I don't hold with them,does I?

In exchange for testifying
against Ross Poldark.

Nay, perhaps I do recall
something.

Thinking it over,

I wasn't myself
in court.

Maybe it slipped my mind.

In which case, 'tis only fair
to give ye back yer guineas.

Ten, were it?

Fifteen.

But that is not
what we have come for.

For what, then?

This.

You see much of Ross
and Demelza?

Why do you ask?

I so wish our families
could be reconciled,

but Ross is determined
to keep his distance.

I wonder, might I ask you
to speak to them on our behalf?

What could I say?

Francis is to give a supper
when the harvest is in

to our tenants and friends.

Would you ask Ross and Demelza
to join us?

To stay the night?

You too are most welcome.

I'll happily carry
the invitation.

I cannot guarantee
how it will be received.

Sorry it's not much.

Mm.

Ross...

I've been wanting
to speak of something

but haven't yet found
the right moment.

Surgeon's here.

Oh.

Dwight.

Hope he's eaten afore!

Admiring our harvest?

I hope to augment it

with an invitation.

Oh?

From Trenwith.

Obviously, we won't accept.

Surely, we can't forget that

it's thanks to them
that we lost Julia.

Or that George is still
their bosom friend.

Is he?

You'd have us overlook it?

Have I said that?

No, in truth, I'm in no haste
to go to Trenwith.

Then we're in accord.

It do appear so.

Dead!

He's dead!

He's dead!

He's mortal dead!

Who could have done
such a thing?

He had no enemies.

He were the sweetest,
kindliest,

most peaceable cove
a body could meet.

And ne'er a cross word
did pass his lips.

And now I'm left a widow,
all forlorn,

without a penny in the world,

not even to bury the poor soul,
God rest it!

There is this.

When we moved him,
they fell out of his pockets.

Gold sovereigns?

Gold sovereigns--
where'd he get such?

Where indeed?

Why, the mizzerly, mazzerly,
stinking black worm!

He had them about him
and never told me?

Reckon 'tis from the Trade?

That's unlikely.

I'll knock him sideways
down Stippy-Stappy Lane!

Then give him
a rare good burying.

Rum and vittles.

Hymns and viols.

Widow's weeds
for poor ole Prudie.

'Tis a matter of looking
respectable, 'tis.

We must send the old man off
fifty ways.

I've known him since I was a child.

He was the most useless
servant under the sun,

but he taught me how
to smoke a pipe.

And cheat at Loo.

They left the money.

Yes?

Well, then it was
no random attack.

What, then?

Vengeance.

What for?

You were in court.

You heard his original
statement.

He was ready
to testify against me.

But then he did not.

What if he was paid
to speak against me--

hence the 15 guineas--
and then changed his mind?

George has played us all.

Would George wreck
all that we have?

The family, the business,
now our servant?

That seems to be his aim.

Can we do nothing?

It suits George to have myself and Francis at odds.

Perhaps we should accept
the invitation to Trenwith.

Are you sure, Ross?

Some things
cannot be mended.

But some can.

Is this your doing?

You're not displeased?

Far from it!

Cousin!

It's an unexpected pleasure.

Thank you
for bringing him.

It means the world
to Francis.

You look well, cousin.

Demelza.

Francis.

Welcome.

I 'ave 'un!

I 'ave 'un!
I 'ave 'un!

What 'ave 'ee? What 'ave 'ee?

What 'ave 'ee?

A neck! A neck!

A neck!

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

Ah, Elizabeth!

I was expecting a small,
private gathering.

Instead, I find myself ambushed
by san-culottes.

Hardly, Mama.

These are our tenants
and friends.

Trust me, a few crusts

will not curry favor

when they turn on you.

Ask the Marquis de Launay,
if you can find his head.

You look radiant,
mater-in-law!

Are you quite well,Francis?

Never better.

Come then, friends!

Shall we have
some dancing?

Yes, I think we shall!

I ordered you to scare him,
not assassinate him!

Tom got a little carried away.

This is disastrous.

You think Poldark will know

who's behind it?I wouldn't be surprised

if he's outside my house
right now!

How do you like my new coat?

I ordered my tailor to make it
the double of Prinny's!

You most definitely
need one, George.

Well, can we go

to the Penvenen Party?

My intended will be
impatient to see me!

By all means.

Caroline?

Come in.

Caroline, my dear,
are you ready yet?

Our guests will be
arriving soon.

I have such a pain.

But Tom Choake
was here just now.

Did he not bleed you?

Would you have me submit
to his butchery?

So what do you propose?

This is the last bottle
of the '83.

After that, we'll have to resort
to cheap gin.

Did you hear I quarreled
with George?

No.

What was the cause?

Oh, these things tend
to sink in slowly.

At first you barely notice,

and then one day,
you wake up to the realization

that the man who's been
your friend for years

is a complete
and utter blackguard.

I don't disagree.

Indeed, I strongly believe
he's behind the assault on Jud.

What will you do?

Till I can prove it?

Nothing.

But when I do...

A letter for you, doctor.

Thank you.

Someone taken ill
at Killewarren.

Tell them to be ill
at a more convenient time.

It's a complaint
of the throat.

I must go.

Elizabeth,
where's my port?

Lady Whitworth
says that

fashions in London and Bath
are now verging on the indecent.

What exactly
does that mean?

Bosoms!

Acres of them,

exposed like capons
on a platter!

You look pale, child.

Are you unwell?

No.

No, that is,

I believe I may be sickenin'
for something.

Get Elizabeth
to mix you a rouge.

Elizabeth goes out so seldom,
she has no need of it.

It's criminal that this
should be the highlight

of your social calendar,
Elizabeth.

I know I would be
driven quite mad

had I only farmhands
and kitchen maids

to converse with.

If you'll beg my pardon,
I must take a breath of air.

Dammit, I'm partial to a harvest supper!

Gladdens the heart to enjoy
the fruits of one's own labors.

Remind me when you were last
in your fields

with a scythe, sir?

Is Miss Penvenen
not here?

Nor her uncle.

Most irregular.

Invited to supper

and not a sign
of the hosts.

Shall we hunt them down?

Ah, McNeil!

What news?

Can we rest easy in our beds,

knowing that you've purged
the district of violence?

I lay claim
to no such thing, sir.

Only last night,
we had a murder

on our doorstep.

Surely not?

Captain Poldark's manservant.

Paul Daniel?

Where he be?

Do ye go draw the spigot

of the next keg of brandy.

I've an urge to address
the conflagration.

Jud Paynter.

He were a whited sepulcher.

But now he's passed on

to flowery fields
and green meads.

When Paul Daniel come back,

we'll raise a toast
and send him on his way.

He's gone!

We know that, fool!

From his slab!

'Tis empty!

The corpse ain't there!

What is it?
What is it?

'Tis they body-stealers!

They've robbed me
of my old man!

Ah.

My niece has been ill
for three days.

Dr. Choake attended her,
of course,

but she grows worse,

and she insisted
on sending for you.

Did Dr. Choake attempt
a diagnosis?

Quinsy.

With or without fever?

Without.

But she can
hardly swallow.

Is it the putrid throat?

That we will shortly
ascertain.

Will you open your mouth,
please?

Might a servant fetch me
some warm water and salt?

I'll see it done directly.

I think I might be able
to help you,

but you must keep
absolutely still.

Can you do that?

Adams or Wyatt?

For what?

Our house in London.

Caroline will want
the latest thing,

and she can well
afford it.

I wonder whether
it shouldn't be Wyatt?

His Pantheon in Oxford Street
has pleasing dimensions.

Perhaps you'd better
secure the lady

before you start
spending her fortune.

Mr. Aukitt.

Excuse me.

Remind me, do you still have
shares in Wheal Leisure?

Yes, I do.

May I tell you a secret?

Old Fred Pendarves.

He was a mine captain
at Grambler in my father's day.

For a month now, I've had him
prospecting over my land.

To what end?

Ross, you know
I'll never make a farmer.

It's mining.

Mining-- it's what
I keep coming back to.

That's what he
wanted for me.

God knows he'd be as surprised
as me to think that

any of what he taught me
had sunk in,

but that's the truth of it.

I must start mining again.

Don't let me deter you,

but even a hole in the ground
costs money.

I have money.

A few hundred put by.

If things had gone badly
at the trial,

I would have given it
to Demelza.

Now I'm minded

to spend it on a final attempt
to secure my own destiny.

If only to spite George.

I think the best revenge is
to succeed in your own right

despite his interventions.

Almost there...

All done.

Now rinse your mouth
with salt water.

It'll get easier now.

What did you do?

When did you last eat fish,

Miss Penvenen?

Three days ago?

You must be more careful
in future.

A fish bone.

Can I do anything for Horace
while I'm here?

MARGARET:Whoops!

Mr. Aukitt?

Can you help?

What ails him?

A fatal gaming encounter.

I doubt you can save him.

The ladies have
deserted us.

Yes.

Perhaps we bore them.

Perhaps.

Um...

I think I must go to bed.

I find I'm less able
to hold my liquor these days.

No, no, stay,
finish your drink.

Thank you, cousin.

For what?

I never thought to see you
under my roof again.

I never thought to be here.

'Tis the shame of it!

To have an husband
and to not have an husband.

I'll never live it down.

Shh, now.

Then there's the burying.

Ye can't have a burying
without a body.

No.

So not only am I robbed
of a husband,

I'm robbed of the pleasure

of seeing him planted
in the ground!

Oh!

Miss Penvenen,
I trust you are on the mend?

I believe I am, sir.

Ah.

Have I missed all the fun?

You appear to have had
some of your own.

Oh...

It must be the ride
and the night air.

Was it the putrid throat?Thankfully not.

I did have to sedate
William Aukitt, though.

He was so agitated
he could barely speak.

What ailed him?

A fit of the Warleggans.

He'd been talking to George,

and before he knew it,
he'd signed away some shares

in a mining venture.

He did not specify
Wheal Leisure.

Did George look happy?

Yes.

So ye was lying
on the table...

And I wakes up
in me windin' sheet

with a terrible thirst,
dreaming of gin.

So off I carts to Jake's kiddley
for some ale,

and what happens?

They's all up and screaming
like stuck pigs,

and falling over each other
to get out the door.

So in I goes, drink me fill,

and when I come home
to Prudie...

And what do I find?

All fligged out
in fancy widow's weeds

and folk feasting and drinking
on my expense

and naught left
but a jug of brandy

and a windin' sheet!

Tisn't fit, tisn't right,
tisn't fair, tisn't proper.

Truly I say unto thee,

a prophet is never honored
in his own land.

Oh!

Ross.

I thought everyone had retired.

I thought so too.

Is Demelza about?

I think she was feeling unwell
and went up early.

I thought I'd clear up.

Let me help you.

I must thank you
for coming.

It was a good day.

Heaven knows
how we've paid for it,

but Francis
was insistent.

The Poldarks
have fallen low.

You must be sorry you married
into the family.

Do you think
I should answer that?

Perhaps I should not
have asked it.

Francis tells me
he has some money put by.

I'm surprised he doesn't use it
for this household.

Oh, no, he's
quite adamant.

It's a special sum to be used
for a special purpose.

Does George know
he has it?

George gave it to him.

Did he?

In recompense for his gaming
losses to Matthew Sanson.

Do you believe that?

Should I not?

George is not known
for his philanthropy.

But Francis is changed.

Yes.

And you, I think.

For the better?

I wouldn't go that far.

I remember a time
you were already perfect.

To me, I mean.

That was long ago.

And you've been
more than happy since.

With Demelza.

And you've grown up.

Not too much,
I hope.

Today in the fields,
you looked like a girl of 16--

your age when I first knew you.

These past months
have changed me.

Has made me appreciate
what I have

rather than what I lack.

That's very wise.

After all,

there's no point thinking
about what might have been.

But you and I would never have
been happy together.

Our characters are
too different.

True.

But cannot love overcome
such obstacles?

And surely there's
a greater impediment?

You're a lady.

You could never have played
the scullery maid.

Perhaps I have hidden talents.

I don't dispute that.

For somehow, you've managed
to bring the light

back to Francis's eyes.

I cannot imagine how.

Can you not?

You should go to bed, Ross.

Demelza will be thinking
you've gone astray.

Good night, then.

You're awake.

I thought you'd retired
long ago.

I went out.

Out?

Prudie came.

Jud's alive.

What?

At least until Prudie
do kill him again.

Jud's alive?

What happened?

How?

Oh, ask me tomorrow.

I'm weary to the bone.

Are you sure?

I did see him with my own eyes.

Elizabeth looked well tonight.

She did.

Her mother thinks
were she not wed to Francis,

she'd have half the aristocracy
at her feet.

But she iswed
to Francis.

She seems content to be so.

Do you remember
our last visit here,

that Christmas?

When you first told me
you loved me.

And you told me
you were with child.

It was different then.

You were glad I was with child.

We were in our first days
of love,

and you would never have looked
twice at another woman.

Demelza...

What man does not occasionally
look at another woman?

Or woman occasionally
look at another man?

And what man

or woman of sense
does not have qualms

about bringing a child
into the world?

Demelza?

Yes, Ross?

Yes, Ross.

And I know that
you don't want it

and I know it's just
another burden to you,

but there's no
preventing it now,

so all we can do is...

How long have you known?

Since the trial.

Good god!

And not to tell me?

You said you didn't want
another, after Julia.

Nor did I.

Nor do I.

The very thought of it:

a child to grow into our hearts
and then be lost to us again.

Could you bear it?

I could not.

But if a child is coming...

That's different.

A child is not a thought.

It is flesh and blood.

And if you can risk
your heart again...

I can.

Then so can I.