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What did he bring?

A proposal.

From Trencrom.

Judas, Ross,
will you never learn?

Possibly not.

You're about
to stand trial

for being part
of a smuggling run.

I can't bear it
all over again.

So you can tell Trencrom,

till he offers to stand
in court in your place,

he can sling his proposals,
and his guineas,

and his secret caches
off Damsel Point!

My money's
on transportation.

It's not essential.

Elizabeth's already unnerved
by his involvement.

Any form of discredit in court
today will suffice.

Hm-- I admire
your confidence.

When one has laid
the foundations,

one has every right
to expect a result.

Call Ross Poldark.

Well, well,
here we are again.

There are those
who seem capable

of learning
from their mistakes

and those who do not.

Clearly you fall
into the latter category.

Mr. Poldark?

With the deepest respect, sir,
I beg to differ.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that
on the night in question

I was not at Nampara Cove,

but at St. Ives.

I can produce three witnesses
to swear to the fact.

Customs Officer Vercoe

alleges you were part
of the smuggling operation,

that you attacked him
and broke his nose.

I'm very sorry to hear
about Mr. Vercoe's injury, sir,

but as my witnesses
will testify,

the assailant could not possibly
have been I.

Aye, sir, it's true, sir.

Case dismissed.

Call Dwight Enys.

I have perused
your statement,

and I find it
singularly unconvincing.

No man, no educated man,

can suddenly appear
on a cliff edge

and start building
a bonfire

without certain
conclusions being drawn.

What explanation
can you offer?

It was a cold night,
and my coat was thin.

A heavy responsibility

rests upon all men of reputation
to help stamp out...

...the illegal conduct of their
less enlightened neighbors,

not to encourage
or participate in it.

What have you to say?

Nothing that would
convince you, sir.

Fined £50 or three months
imprisonment.

Sir.

Mr. Trencrom offers
to pay your fine.

Tell Mr. Trencrom
I thank him,

but I'm perfectly capable
of paying my own fine.

You should take his bounty,
Dwight.

He looks after his friends.

Mr. Trencrom
is not my friend.

I did not go to all
that trouble for his sake.

No, for mine, and you know
what I feel about that?

You've told me many times.

I am under
an enduring debt.

No.

Enduring.

So now it's all over,
when do you leave for Bath?

I've no plans to do so.

But your... your wedding
to Caroline?

Is off.

We were incompatible.

I see that now.

Could never have lasted,

and it would have led
to misery on both sides.

What made you decide

to accept
Trencrom's offer?

When a man's life
is in tatters,

he can ill afford
to be stubborn.

I never thought I'd see the day.

That I'd go to jail?

That you'd play
the penitent to avoid it.

I played the game.

I thought that's
what you wanted.

Is there really
no hope for Grace?

On Saturday our coal runs out,

the engine will halt,

and so will this whole
dismal venture.

I'm sorry for it.

I'm sorry for many things.

Our workers, our coffers...

And most of all,
I'm sorry for you.

Nay, Ross...

No, for selling my shares
in a profitable mine

and sinking them
into this utter folly.

All I can say is this,

I will never again be guilty
of such recklessness.

Captain Henshawe
to see ye, sir.

Captain Ross, ma'am,
excuse the intrusion,

but I'd like for ye
to see something.

What's that,
the last of our coal?

Hah.

Tin.

Tin?

From that main shaft
we're sinking,

below the 60 fathoms.

They come upon it today.

Have you been down?

Is there any size to it?

Six foot or more across,
and we don't yet know how deep.

We've spent 18 months
searching for copper,

and you expect me to get excited

over a parcel of tin?

Who found it?

Ted Carkeek
and Paul Daniel.

Hm, and they think they've
discovered El Dorado?

I'd like for you to come
and see it for yourself.

Trevithick reckons his engine
should last 50 years.

No doubt he's right.

Well, given
the opportunity.

'Tis worth a look, Captain.

You'll not be disappointed.

Will ye be joining us
below, ma'am?

No, I think not.

But do take my assistant and
make sure he reports back to me.

Betty.

Ah, it's true?

A keenly lode found,
and the mine saved?

Oh, I wish as much as you.

I'll save my wishes
for an easy birthing.

That is wishful thinking.

Good day to you ladies.

Don't ye fear, Betty.

If anyone can make it right,
'tis Dr. Enys.

What it is to be
a miracle worker.

I agree.

It's not unimpressive.

You said all along
you'd a feeling to go deeper.

Yes, but for copper,
not for tin.

Anyway, it may just be
the merest pocket.

Bring up what you can.

It'll make a difference
to final earnings.

We'd have give up more easily without this find.

I know that, Paul.

It's come too late
to save us.

'Tis a queer one, though.

Copper under tin,
you'd expect.

But not tin under copper?

To my mind, what's needed
is breathing space,

to see if this'll
amount to anything.

I'd agree,
but how's that to happen?

I tell you, I don't have
£20 in the world.

Betty seems fair.

I wish she were stronger.

But then all these people
are half-starved.

She's braver than she looks.

She wants me at the birthing

though in truth,
she's as well off

with you and Mrs. Zacky.

It'd make her easier

to know she be tended
by a man of learning.

With little practical
experience.

That's not so.

What you did for Rosina,
was that not practical?

Was indeed.

Has your knee given you
any trouble

since the night of the ambush?

No, sir.

And I'm that grateful.

What would've happened if
ye hadn't come to help me?

You'd be wed to Charlie.

And never knowed
he was the informer.

'Tis better this way.

Is it?

If you hadn't helped Rosina.

I'd be married,
in a new town,

tending new patients,
living a new life.

Rosina's knee do have
much to answer for.

It has saved me
from myself, at any rate.

Doctor.

Thank you.

"Dear Dwight.

"I am returning your letters,
which I have fully digested

"and in which I find nothing
to make me regret my decision.

"Your preference
for your patients and friends

"is estimable...

"Had it not been at my expense,
I would not now

"be requesting you
to never write to me again.

"But it was.

So adieu."

Demelza?

I've been meaning
to call upon you.

To thank you for your kindness
these past few months.

In lending you my husband?

In a manner of speaking...

Oh, you're welcome to him.

Just so long as you remember
where he belong

and send him back to me
when you're done with him.

Mistress Poldark.

Another escape
for your husband in court.

What a charmed life he leads.

It would appear so.

For you, young man.

George, you must stop this.

Oh, cannot a man
spoil his godson?

This new find,
what do it mean?

In a word?

Nothing.

Perhaps if we'd struck
a massive bed of tin,

requiring minimum outlay
and promising quick return...

But tin do fetch
less than copper.

Considerably.

Besides, what good would it do?

The tin industry's
much depressed.

A pity.

There it is.

Did I mention that I saw
Horace Treneglos at the market?

No.

Is he well?

He sends his
compliments.

And says that it's a shame
that you've sold

all of your shares
in Wheal Leisure.

I said that he must be mistaken,
for surely if you had,

you'd have told me.

I've been meaning to mention
this for some time.

But not quite sure how to begin.

As you know, Francis sank
his last £600 into Wheal Grace.

Yes.

When he died, he left Elizabeth
with considerable debts.

To relieve her poverty,
I bought all his shares

in Wheal Grace
through a third party,

knowing she would not accept
the money as a gift.

But why should you have?

Because I felt under
a burden of obligation--

to Francis and his family--
which is now discharged.

Of course, at the time, we had
Trencrom's money coming in.

Since the ambush.

Are you angry?

That you help Elizabeth?

And Geoffrey Charles.

And leave Jeremy and me
to fend for ourselves?

You have me
to fend for you.

They have no one.

Are you sure?

From what I hear,
George is being very obliging.

Oh, doubtless he would be
if Elizabeth would let him.

But she will not.

George's ambition
before Francis died

was to drive a wedge
between our two families.

And the easiest way to do it
was by befriending theirs.

By helping Elizabeth,

he is merely continuing
the same tactics.

Yes, Ross.

And although it was
my aim in helping her,

it does have the effect

of strengthening her hand
against him.

Yes, Ross.

Mistress Demelza!

Who be that then
coming across the field?

Betty Carkeek.

'Tis her time.

And Dr. Enys can't be found.

Ross?

Fetch me the brandy wine!

Calm yourself
we'll go, we'll go.

Now you stay here, Jeremy.

Thank you.

Come here.

Come here.

Hurry.

Sir...

Captain... who's it...

Henshawe asking for ye,
your mine whatever.

Here.

Hey?

Won't be long.

Betty, brought you something
for the pain.

I found him, Betty.

Dr. Enys be here.

We've opened her up a tidy bit these past days.

The last we brought up
'tis as rich as I'd ever seen.

Ross?

More and more
it go against the grain

to let her fill up with water,
knowing what's down there.

It goes against the grain
at any time,

but without coal to keep
the pump working...

Well, that's what
I been thinking.

I could put down £100.

It would see us
through another month.

You'd be willing to do that?

After all our failures?

In a day or so
we'll know better.

If nothing comes of it,
we can close,

and I'll have lost £20.

Now with your permission

I thought to send out
for more coal.

By all means, send out.

It'll be a boy,
that's for sure.

They's trouble even before
they born.

Push, push, Betty, push.

Betty? Ye'll never guess!

There's news of Grace....

And a fine new Carkeek boy.

What news of Grace?

She's to stay open
another month.

'Tis a blessing
we never looked for.

God willing,
the lode should hold

and I'll be able
to feed my family.

To young Master Carkeek!

And tin.

And tin!

God bless ye, sir.

Bless Captain Henshawe.

He's our savior.

This is becoming
an obsession.

Are you planning
on joining the army?

Why would I do that?

When I have battlefronts
of my own at home.

Which reminds me, have those
forces been deployed yet?

As per your instructions.

Don't frown, dear.

A wrinkled brow
is not becoming.

I'm at my wit's end with Tabb.

He contradicts everything I say,

as if he thinks
he is master here now.

And now these
letters have come.

All these questions which
apparently only I can answer:

a tithe of one pound,
six shillings

on the seines of certain
fishing boats in Sawle.

Should the fishermen
be pressed for money?

I don't know.

Should they?

Can I afford not to press them?

Whose need is greater?

Dear God,
is there no end to it?!

What is it?

Who are these people?

Tinners.

Exercising their rights
under stannary law

to prospect for tin.

But this is outrageous.

Vulgars, permitted by law
to violate the purlieu

of a gentleman's estate!

How can such a thing be lawful?

It's monstrous!

Mon... mon... monstrous!

No sign of it petering out?

Far from it.

You know I'm not one
to raise hopes,

but it could be
significant.

DWIGHT:The damage is
considerable.

She'll need constant care
for the foreseeable future.

Possibly the rest
of her life.

But we cannot
afford a nurse.

Who is to provide...?

Me.

I must be the one
to take care of her.

Who's to take care
of me?

I was here first.

I must speak to Ross.

You'll get no sympathy

from that quarter.

He was never a fan
of your mother.

Is there no one else
you can turn to?

I came as soon as I could.

How is she?

Very bad.

Dr. Enys fears
she may never recover.

You must know
how that grieves me.

I know how fond
you are of her.

Do you know what I wish?

No.

That you would allow me to make
all the necessary arrangements.

Engage a separate
establishment for her,

here at Trenwith,
so that no further burden

need fall on you.

I couldn't let you do that.

You're so frail,
Elizabeth.

You try to be strong,

but now it is you
who need care.

Let me provide it.

You're very kind, George,
but I'm stronger than I look.

I will have to be.

One must take
what life sends.

But not what I send?

You've already
given so much.

For my godson,
a few trifles.

For yourself?Nothing.

At least let me
help your dear mother.

Your generosity makes me
ashamed to refuse you anything.

If there was one thing
you did not refuse me,

it would solve everything.

What's that?

Yourself.

Before you speak,
let me add one thing.

You must be aware
how long I've loved you.

Serving you only as I could--

paying back
Francis's card debts,

allowing no thought
of retaliation

when he persistently
insulted me.

Since his death I've served you
in any way you would allow

and will continue to do so,

whether or not
I stand to gain by it.

And I'm more than grateful.

But now I ask you to marry me.

I say that I love you.

Now I don't flatter myself
that you love me.

I think you might
like and respect me.

I hope in time that liking
might become something more.

But...

I cannot bring
you breeding,

but I can bring
a kind of gentility,

which is all the more
punctilious for being

only a generation deep.

As for material
considerations...

George, please...

Oh no, I know you would
never marry for money.

If you did, you would not be
the person I know you to be.

But at the risk of offending,

let me be clear
about what I can offer.

My house is four times
the size of Trenwith.

I have 20 servants,
a park of 500 acres.

My own carriage, a phaeton.

You could have one, too.

Or three or four.

I'd take you
to London or Bath.

You'd wear the finest clothes,
the rarest jewels,

mix with the best in society.

As my adopted son, Geoffrey
Charles would be my heir.

For so long you have
lived in a cage.

Will you not allow me
to give you the key?

Oh, George...

I don't know what to say.

Say nothing, my dear.

I don't ask
for an answer now.

I only ask
permission to give.

It's just that
I feel so alone.

Loneliness is not
one-sided, Elizabeth.

A man may feel it, too.

Especially when he has loved as
long and as devotedly as I have.

And the devil taketh him up

into an exceeding high mountain

and showeth him all the kingdoms
of the world;

and saith, "All these things
I will give thee..."

Yes, aunt.

All these things
and more besides.

A fortune for my boy,

to make up for the one
his father lost.

And what is he expecting
in return?

A heart?

Is he aware that
you have none to give?

Having long ago
bestowed it elsewhere?

How soon till we need timbers?

Timbers cost.

And without them?

You know as well as I do.

Is it a risk we're willing
to take?

It's a risk we've been taking

for some time now.

We've shored up
best we can.

We'd sooner ye spent money on
coal to keep the pump going.

There isn't a mine in existence
wouldn't take the same chance.

It's a pretty piece.

Hm, I made it from
an old one of Ross's.

I shall wear it tonight.

We're expecting visitors.

Do I know 'em?

One of 'em you even like.

You grew up here?

'Tis a veritable galleon

compared to my father's
humble sloop.

Aye aye, Captain!

Or should I say Admiral?

My father.

Charles William Poldark.

Then he is my
grandfather-by-proxy

since you are my
commanding officer, step-mama.

Elizabeth, my dear,
how are you?

May I introduce my stepson?

Midshipman James Blamey.

My sister-in-law
Elizabeth Poldark.

Your servant, ma'am.

Close the hatch, dear.

We don't want to be
catching flies, do we?

Well, Elizabeth...

Well, cousin.

How good of you to come.

Is that little Verity?

Bring her to me
this minute!

Cutlass at the ready?

Had I known of your mother's condition,

we'd not have dreamed
of intruding.

How difficult it must be
for you.

It was at first.

But now she has a nurse
and a maid.

Is that not expensive?

How strange it must be
for you here

without Francis.

No more than for you.

I've had to grow used to it,
for Geoffrey Charles's sake.

And can you?

For my son I must do
whatever's necessary.

And that, boy,

is how you put
the Navy in its place.

Your great-aunt
is a fiend at French ruff.

Obviously I let her win.

Obviously.

We're expected
at Nampara.

You'll go with us?

Oh, I...

Yes, Elizabeth?

I have a headache.

Did Elizabeth not wish to join you?

She's much distressed
over her mother's illness.

She sends her apologies
and her love.

Mistress Poldark's a thing
of beauty, do you not think?

Were I five years older,
I'd throw myself at her feet.

She'd very likely
trample you underfoot.

On our way over,
I noticed

the engine chimney
of the mine still smoking.

Oh, we continue to limp on,

existing on a shoestring,
everything against us.

Not entirely.

Tin has been found.

We're not sure how far
or how deep it goes, but...

The quality of the ore
is promising, I admit it.

I'm very glad for you.

A change in your fortune
is long deserved.

You keep a very
fine ship, Captain.

Do you have
your own cabin?

Naturally-- would you care
to inspect it, sir?

So I should.

Do you see much
of Elizabeth?

She don't seem inclined
to visit us now,

though she's happy enough
to admit Ross.

Or was.

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

There's something.

I cannot put
my finger on it.

She seems a little on edge,
as if innerly excited.

And I got
the impression...

Yes?

That she thinks
her circumstances

are about to change.

Oh.

Do you know why
that might be?

Perhaps you should ask Ross.

That sounds
a little bitter.

Do it?

I only meant,
he sees more of her than I.

I know he did love her.

So when he goes to see her, I...

I'd not be human
if I didn't wonder

what they say to each other,

or if they still
have feelings...

You think they do?

They were each other's
first love.

Such a love cannot
easily be put aside.

But you have no reason
to think...

No reason, just...

Ross'd never mean to hurt me,

but I think if it came
to a choice

between me and Elizabeth...

And with Elizabeth now free...

You cannot believe that.

Your ship is
the Thunderer?

The frigate Hunternow,
under Admiral Gell.

We're in Plymouth Sound
at present,

but under sailing orders
next week.

I'm monstrous gladof it.

I'd not want the warto end

before I've had the chance
to pepper the Frenchies.

Oh, I'm sure there'll be plenty
of opportunity for glory

before the war is out.

Oh, uh, my apologies.

No, no, come in, join us.

May I introduce
Midshipman James Blamey?

My good friend
Dr. Dwight Enys.

Your servant, sir.

And yours, sir.

If you ever tire
of life ashore,

consider us poor souls
in the fleet.

We're in dire need
of good surgeons.

Is that so?

Honor and glory beckon,

as well as blood and gore.

Honor and glory
I can do without,

but a mission
somewhere useful

to direct my energies.

We can surely
provide that.

And a good skirmish
is a fine distraction.

The point is, to do something.

I agree-- idleness allows us
too much time to think.

What a treasure is James.

He's like the west wind,

all gusty and clean and kind.

Oh, and he adores you.

And I him.

As if he were
my own son.

Oh, Verity,
I'm that glad.

It'd make up for...

For what?

My not having a child of my own?

Oh, but that's the most
wonderful thing.

There is nothing to make up for.

Oh, Verity, when?!

About October.

Is it Verity's news
which keeps you awake?

I think so.

I can't imagine what else
it could be.

No, I don't suppose you can.

I got the impression that she thinks

her circumstances are
about to change.

Is it not dangerous,
Captain?

Riding when you're
not recovered?

You leave me no choice.

I was hoping you'd visit me
as I convalesce.

Or else, that I'd, uh, receive
an invitation to visit you.

Well, last time you came
without an invitation.

That was in the courseof duty.

This is in the pursuit
of pleasure.

As you can see,
my husband is not here.

Are you sure of that?

On my previous visit,

you told me he was
from home,

yet we both know he was
somewhere about the house.

Do we?

Indeed.

I thought it probable,

if I posted a watch
long enough,

we'd discover
where he was hiding.

And did you post
such a watch?

I did not.

Why?

I have too great a regard
for you, ma'am.

In truth, my heart
was not in it.

I'm a soldier, not a spy.

I hold nothing
against Captain Poldark,

except he married
so charming a wife.

So I trust

you hold nothing against me
for what I did.

Indeed.

I'm obliged to you
for what you did not do.

So now I'm forced to venture
out for company and gossip.

So what can you tell me?

What news of your cousin-in-law,
Mistress Elizabeth?

I am sure
I've heard nothing.

I'd've thought you, of all
people, would know...

And what do you hear?

Only that
Sir Hugh Bodrugan,

who shares a tailor
with a certain person,

tells me that certain person

has just ordered
his wedding clothes.

Judas, who's that?

Can you not guess?

Why, George Warleggan!

Had you no idea?

No.

Um, well, that is, uh...

Yes, I did somewhat
suspicion.

No doubt you'll be able

to ask him yourself
at the ball.

The ball?

Sir Hugh is to hold a ball
in a week's time.

I hope you'll favor me
with the EÉcossaise.

Yes, of course.

Well...

Thank you for calling,
Captain McNeil.

I must go and check on Jeremy.

Pray excuse me.

What ails ye, maid?

George Warleggan is
to marry Elizabeth.

Mr. Ross'll be surprised.

Mr. Ross mustn't be told.

He'll find out soon enough,
but it won't be from me.

Fresh air.

And whatever fruit
you can get.

Phthisis and scurvy?

No wonder you've had your fill.

I confess, a new challenge
would suit me.

A war would certainly
supply that.

Are you not tempted yourself?

If duty calls,
I won't ignore it.

But I know enough of combat
not to relish it.

Whereas I can almost hear
the cannons as we speak.

It'll be a test, see how far
we can cut it back.

She's coming down!

Run!

Run!

How many?!

How many?!

Where's Paul and Ted?!

There's one here!

Paul!

Who's unaccounted for?

Dan Curnow, Ted Carkeek.

We don't stop
until they're found.

Forgive my intrusion,
but I thought

to bring you the news
before you heard it elsewhere.

There's been an accident
at Wheal Grace.

Your cousin-in-law...

Is dead?

Is very much alive.

Only the poor souls who labor
for him have paid the price.

What happened?

What inevitably happens
when corners are cut

and safety is abandoned
in favor of profit.

I can scarce believe it.

Ross, of all people...

Is a desperate man.

One can only feel
for his wife and child,

innocent casualties
of his overwhelming hubris

now condemned
to a life of penury.

Uh, but forgive me

for keeping you
from your dear relations.

Devil.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Where's Ted?

Dwight!

How is he?

He was buried too long.

I can't bring him back.

There's nothing
you can do here, Ross.

Help the others.

One dead.

Two.

And five more
badly injured.

I'm to blame.

Nay, Ross.

ROSS:I should have
ordered timbers.

We're all to blame-- we knew the risks.

Grace is mine.

I should have insisted.

Ted?

Twenty fathoms
of pumping gear gone.

Six weeks or more
to clear the debris.

Two hundred won't even do it
even if we each had the capital.

Even then,
I wouldn't attempt it.

This mine has cost
three lives.

It was an ill-conceived
venture from the start.

It will never open again.

My dear Ross,

I do not know
how to write this letter

or to tell you
what I have to say.

Are you ahead?

I've already won.

I've secured the hand
of the woman I love.

Elizabeth Poldark.

And in so doing, will deal
the deadliest blow

to my bitterest enemy.

I see I must congratulate you.

Oh, I congratulate myself.

It's not given to many

to achieve so much
at a single stroke.

Sometimes I don't know
my own strength.

What is it?

Sir Hugh Bodrugan.

Inviting us to a ball.

Oh.

Obviously
we'll decline.

Of course.

Letter come from Trenwith.

Thank you, Prudie.

I know what I have to say will distress you.

And I, who gave you
so much pain once before,

would do almost anything
than to hurt you again

and in the same way.

Yet it seems I must.

Oh, Ross, my life has been
very frustrating,

and since Francis died,
a lonely and an empty one.

Perhaps I am the wrong sort
of person to be left alone.

I seem to need the strength and
protection only a man can give.

I have agreed
to marry George Warleggan.

I'm going to Trenwith.

No, Ross,
not tonight.

I must speak
with Elizabeth.

Ross, you can't.

Do you know what this is?

Is it about George?

You knew.

I heard rumors.

And you didn't think
to tell me?

And have my head snapped off?

This... thing must
be stopped.

How will you stop it?
You can't stop it.

Perhaps you don't want me
to stop it.

Perhaps I don't.

And especially not like this.

Like what?

Whatever it is you intend.

How do you know
what I intend?

How do I know anything, Ross?

How do I know you?

And yet I think I do.

Please get out of my way.

Ross, don't go there tonight.

Wait until tomorrow.

Please... get out...
of my way.

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

Ross.

I came to pay my respects.

And to thank you
for your letter.

Perhaps tomorrow morn...

No.

Not tomorrow.

Now.

Downstairs, then.

I'll get a candle.

Ross, I don't think...

I should be in here?

There is no one to consider
but you and I.

Ross, I so hated having
to send you that letter,

but really, I've said
all there is to be said.

I disagree.

Perhaps you could clarify
something for me.

George Warleggan...

Yes?

...a man I consider
my greatest enemy...

...and you,

I've long considered
my greatest friend.

In which particular
am I most adrift?

It's not as simple
as that, Ross.

Of course
I'm proud and happy

to think of you
as my greatest friend.

Well, it was more than that,
as I recall.

Did you not tell me,
barely 12 months ago,

that you had made a mistake
in marrying Francis?

That you realized
quite soon

that it was I
you had always loved?

Do you think I would ever
have said those words

had I known what would
happen to Francis?

And yet they cannot be unsaid.

I felt you needed to know,

that if you were unhappy
in those early days,

then so was I.

That the mistake was
not yours, but mine.

That "mistake," as you call it,
has cost many people dear.

Francis, yourself, myself.

What mistake are you making now?

I don't expect you
to understand.

Try me.

George has been so good to me
since Francis died, so kind.

Do you marry a man
out of gratitude?

No, not just that.

You're wrong to think of him
as your greatest enemy.

The man who tried
to get me hanged.

I don't believe
that's what he intended.

And now I think I can help
mend the breach between you.

Are you marrying him
for his money?

How dare you!

God knows I've made mistakes
in my life, Ross,

but I've tried to be loyal
to the people I care for.

And what seems like
disloyalty to you now

is actually loyalty
to my son!

What do you suggestfor me?

Thirty years of widowhood
and loneliness?

Can you offer me
anything else?

Do you?

Do you love George?

Yes.

Why do I not believe you?

Why does this remind me of
when you said you loved Francis?

You ask me, would I condemn you
to 30 years of widowhood?

Why would I need to?

You could have your pick
of 30 men,

but I won't see you
condemned to George!

Please leave now, Ross!

I'm my own mistress
and I will not be instructed.

I'm sorry you feel like this,
but I cannot help it.

Oh, you've never been able
to help anything, have you?

It's all beyond
your control.

Full of good intentions,

leaving a trail of havoc
in your wake.

Well, perhaps you can't
help this, either.

I oppose this marriage,
Elizabeth.

I'd be glad of your assurance
you will not go through with it.

We both know
you don't love him.

I love him to distraction
and will marry him next month.

Ross!

You're hateful, horrible!

I detest you!

No, you don't--
you never have,

and you never will.

You would not dare.

You would not dare.

Oh, I would, Elizabeth.

I would!

And so would you.

'Tain't right.

'Tain't fair.

'Tain't fit.

'Tain't.

I must go
before the household wakes.

What shall we...

I must think.

When will you...

Soon.

What can I say?

It was something...

I cannot explain.

You must see I had no choice.

Nor I.