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♪ How the tide rushes in

♪ And covers footprints in the sand ♪

♪ As my hopes erased and carried out of my hands ♪

♪ Yet, though the ocean with waves unending ♪

♪ Covers the earth

♪ Yet is there loss after all? ♪

We've had visitors, Captain.

From Wheal Radiant.

Do we wish to sell our head gear?

They didn't waste much time.

How much have they offered?

A fair price.

They're decent men.

They know it could happen to the best of us.

The best of us would have bought timbers.

The men knew the risks.

Did their wives?

Their children?

'Tis the business, Ross.

No longer, it seems.

Was that from the mine?

What?

Your eye.

Oh, no.

My wife took exception to something I said.

♪ For what e'er drifts from one place ♪

♪ Is with the tide to another brought ♪

♪ And there's naught lost beyond recall ♪

♪ Which cannot be found if sought. ♪

Ye be comin' down to breakfast?

Thank you, Prudie.

Master Jeremy and I will be taking our breakfasts here

from now on.

Nay, but the chores is pilin' up downstairs.

You're mistook, Prudie.

This is a more gentile way of doing, I think.

And Master Jeremy and I are gentle folks,

after all.

This is well met.

I was just debating whether to write

and offer my commiserations.

On what?

Your recent loss.

Or should I say losses?

And perhaps you've not heard.

Elizabeth and I are engaged.

So in the grand scheme of things,

you appear to be in disarray

and I appear to have won.

As you say, George.

You appear to have won.

When do you expect him?

Who?

My nephew is not always the most subtle of men.

Nor the most discreet.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Oh, don't be coy, Elizabeth.

There's no one here but ourselves.

You will note that I have never married.

Perhaps you think that was an accident.

Well, I...

Perhaps I think so too, sometimes.

Then I remind myself

I've yet to meet the man who could better me.

It is the better man we long for,

is it not?

Sometimes it's not the most convenient man.

But come!

Let us not pretend we prefer a Warleggan under this roof

to a Poldark.

Of course, I'm sorry for his kitchen maid.

We have much to thank her for.

But one must acknowledge the prior claim.

So we can assume

he will return to this house

as soon as he's put his own in order.

Churn? I?

I ain't churned since...

Since the maid first come

and showed ye

what a dog's gizzards ye ever made of it?

Smirk all ye like.

She'll give ye no aid now with the calves or seeding.

Tisn't right.

Where's your mistress?

PRUDIE:Abed.

Is she unwell?

Must be.

What's this?

What's it look like?

I can't decide.

Hence the inquiry.

'Tis been so long since the mistress let me bake,

I've mislaid all my skillage.

It would appear so.

Perhaps you could mislay this and bring me something edible.

Oh, you're still here?

Is Trenwith not yet in readiness?

Would you like for me to help you pack?

I thought you should know that

we're selling the head gear of Grace.

The venturers at Wheal Radiant have offered a fair price.

Do you suppose that she ever seriously meant to marry George?

Surely, it was just a trick to get you to declare your hand.

I have no idea what she intended.

Still, it worked, did it not?

She got what she wanted.

Demelza, I never claimed to be perfect.

Have I ever asked for that?

Not as I recall.

But perhaps my memory serves me ill,

for I seem to remember we promised

to "forsake all others."

I realize that I've betrayed your trust.

Forfeit.

And that your pride is wounded.

Pride?

My pride?

To think, I did always look up to you,

respect you, revere you as my master

long before you were my husband.

I see that, but...

For it did seem to me,

unschooled as I was,

that you were not like other men.

You had a kind of nobility--

not of birth, but of character--

and I was so proud to think that such a man would marry me.

So now to discover that you are so much less than other men,

are fallen so low because so far?

'Tis not my pride that is wounded, Ross.

'Tis my pride in you.

Sir John Trevaunance.

Unwin Trevaunance.

Lady Whitworth.

Her son Osbert?

The Honorable Maria Agar.

Sir Hugh Bodrugan.

His brother Robert.

William Hick.

Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Barbary.

Ray Penvenen and his niece Caroline.

George Warleggan to marry Elizabeth Poldark?

I could have sworn her interest lay elsewhere.

But plainly,

a lady may not always have what her heart desires.

Jeremy!

Demelza...

We cannot continue like this.

If you could at least see it from my perspective.

Soon you'll be asking me to see it from Elizabeth's.

Hardly.

Of course it's no mystery.

She can't wait to have you installed in her house,

or in her bed.

Demelza...

Indeed, I do suspicion that's exactly what her letter says.

What letter?

Came about an hour since.

She's doubtless wondering what's keeping you.

Truly we do wonder ourselves, don't we, Jeremy?

May I see it?

It's in the library.

On your pillow.

I may be out late tomorrow night.

I'm going to Truro

and I'm unsure as to when I will be back.

Why don't you just say it, Ross?

"I'm going to Elizabeth."

The letter was not from her.

Of course not.

Here.

Read it if you wish.

Richard Tonkin has been released from debtor's prison

and wishes to see me,

no doubt to ask if I can assist him

the way I did Harry Blewitt when Carnmore collapsed.

But as you know, I've no money to spare.

It's a pity.

You'll miss the Bodrugan party.

That's the least of my regrets.

Demelza...

I would never deliberately hurt you.

You of all people must know that.

Must I, Ross?

So I'm to assume that you inflict pain by accident,

without a second thought?

In the moment, I admit it, there was no thought of you,

or of the pain I might have caused.

It was as if I was possessed.

Of course.

No fault of yours, just a greater power,

and you and her helpless to resist.

In a way, yes.

Perhaps I might have hoped

for some understanding, knowing you as I do.

Knowing me to be

kind and simple and giving?

Would you like me to throw myself off Hendrawna cliff

so that you might bury me at your own convenience

and wed again at your leisure?

I don't blame you for your anger,

but how does it serve us now?

Serve us?

How did you

serve us?

How does thisserve us?

Judas, what happened?

The pots are all scat to jowds!

Clear this away.

Lavish, of course!

No expense spared.

After all, how often does a man get married?

From the lady herself?

No doubt anxious about some detail

of trimming or confectionery.

Will you excuse me?

My dear George,

I am writing to request the smallest of favors:

a postponement of our wedding.

My dear,

I cannot make head nor tail of your letter.

What can you mean by it?

George, I beg you, try to understand my position.

These past few days,

it has dawned on me how rash I've been,

plunging into this marriage.

Such haste, it does not look seemly.

And you tell me this a week before the wedding,

when all the guests are invited?

But did we not agree that

this would be an entirely private wedding?

A few of my closest friends would be hurt to be excluded.

George, I have promised to marry you

and look forward to beginning our life together at Cardew,

but I feel it would not be fair to either of us

to marry in haste.

Is this anything to do with Ross?

Why would you think so?

Is it?

No.

That is, obviously he does not favor the arrangement.

Has he been here?

He called.

And he is behind this change of heart.

I knew it!

No!

It is my own delicacy.

Seeing him reminded me how soon it is

since Francis died.

I beg you not to be angry with me.

I want to be indulgent both before and after

our wedding.

It's a bitter disappointment to me,

but I will try to agree to your wishes

if you will promise me one thing.

Yes?

That you name another date today.

Oh.

No, I cannot...

Come, my dear, let us compromise

so that both of us may get something from the arrangement.

Grant me the consolation of being able to fix a date

a month from today.

So soon?

What is there to wait for?

What do you imagine will happen in the meantime?

I do not know.

Can I rely on you, Elizabeth?

Very well.

A month from today.

You would not dare.

I would, Elizabeth.

And so would you.

Give my best to Elizabeth.

Was I not clear?

I'm not going to Trenwith.

No, Ross, "to Truro."

That's right.

I remember.

PRUDIE:Servant come from Werry House.

Sir Hugh beg to know if you will attend the party.

Oh, Judas.

I forgot to reply to his invitation.

Um...

Tell the servant we sincerely regret

that Captain Poldark's been called away.

Although...

Mistress Demelza would be delighted to attend.

Finally!

Compose yourself,

Elizabeth.

What shall I say?

How should I proceed?

With resolve, girl.

'Tis no easy thing you contemplate.

'Tis for you to dictate the terms.

You have more to lose.

Oh, my dear, I had to come.

When I heard you'd postponed the wedding,

I knew at once what was behind it.

Oh my goodness!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth, whatever's the matter?

Ross!

I don't recall seeing that black eye.

Was it got in the rock fall?

Must have been.

Where are you headed?

I've been summoned to Trenwith,

I imagine to treat Mrs. Chynoweth.

How's Demelza bearing up?

After the disaster?

She was a godsend that day.

I know I'm preaching to the converted,

but you've married a remarkable woman.

Indeed.

And where are you bound?

Truro.

To meet Richard Tonkin.

I fear he wants to tap me for a loan.

Shall we meet later? Take supper?

Or would you prefer to dine with Demelza?

Let's sup together.

I know what ye be thinkin'.

"What's good for the gander."

I don't blame ye, maid.

But no good'll come of it.

There's no cause for alarm.

Mrs. Poldark has

a fragile disposition,

and doubtless she's been under some strain of late.

Did she tell you she's postponed her wedding to George Warleggan?

Indefinitely?

For a month.

Give her these powders.

I'll call again tomorrow.Thank you.

Tonkin.

Captain.

Good to see you at liberty, sir.

I'll not forget your kindness.

When hard times come, many friends fall away.

You did not.

But your own affairs?

Do not prosper.

So I hear.

You'll be wondering why I asked to see you.

Ah, Mistress Demelza!

You've ventured to trust yourself

to my care

and left your husband by the fireside.

Indeed I did, sir.

I decided 'twas not the weather for firesides.

Or husbands.

Now, where have they put you for the night?

Ah yes, the Red Room!

Two years ago,

you advanced Harry Blewitt the sum of 250 pounds.

And believe me,

I regret I was unable to do the same for you.

It saved him from debtors' prison.

He was able to rearrange his finances

and start a small boat-building venture.

He's had his fill of mining?

I don't blame him.

When I left prison, he invited me

to become his partner in the business.

Our venture at present is small,

but we have high hopes.

Of course, if we had more capital,

progress would be swifter.

Forgive me, sir, I must stop you there.

If you're looking for investment,

you've come to the wrong man.

Investment?

Dear me, no, sir.

That isn't it at all.

You've tripled your income in six months?

'Twas a moderate investment when we set out,

but with the war, demand has gone sky high,

and now...

You have the makings of a first-rate business.

And you too, sir, if you choose.

Mistress Demelza!

What a sight for sore eyes!

Perhaps you'll introduce me to your friends?

By all means!

Surely you jest?

On the contrary.

She was a scullery maid?

Then you should find her all the more eager to serve.

Come, man, I'm in sore need of entertainment.

So you wish me to heap further ignominy on Poldark.

By debauching his wife-- precisely.

Come, I'll introduce you.

Mistress Demelza.

Is Ross not here?

He's been called away on business.

Where is Elizabeth?

She has family matters to attend to.

I can imagine.

May I introduce Mr. Tankard?

Your servant, ma'am.

He's a little shy and barely knows a soul.

Perhaps you'll take pity on him.

Perhaps I will.

Do you dance, sir?

I could be persuaded.

Mistress Demelza, do you know our friend Margaret Vosper?

Mistress Ross Poldark.

Ma'am.

I believe you two ladies have something in common.

I believe we do.

And what would that be?

Both devilish pretty women

who have only got to crook their finger

and the men come running!

I had no idea there were so many handsome men

in Cornwall, Sir Hugh.

'Tis fortunate for you

that you need not fear the competition.

I've buried several husbands and serviced countless more,

and I never see the point in beating about the bush.

If you've a fancy for someone, go up and ask them.

Myself, I prefer to take time making up my mind,

even if it do seem like beating about the bush.

I'd sooner do that than get scratched and worn

on every bush I see.

And does your husband share your delicacy?

Shall we dance, sir?

McNEIL: Mistress Poldark!

Ah!

Captain McNeil.

What a happy coincidence.

May I escort you to supper?

Now that you mention it,

I do have something of an appetite.

And I'm a great believer in indulging such a thing.

Pray excuse me, sir.

You may reclaim me presently.

My dear, I would speak with you?

Oh, I do not feel strong enough to...

Elizabeth,

don't be afraid.

I understand your feelings.

They're quite natural.

After all that has happened...

What can you mean?

I sympathize more than you think.

You wonder how you can give your hand to George

when your heart is committed elsewhere.

Yes.

But more than that...

There can be no more than that, my dear.

You must let him go.

He would want you to.

I do not think so.

But I know that he would.

And who can say better than I?

As his sister,

he is dearer to me than almost anyone.

I know he and George were enemies at the end,

but Francis would want you to be happy.

And if George is your choice,

I believe you would have his blessing.

And yours?

And mine.

My dear life!

I'm so hot I could faint!

Then 'tis fortunate you have someone to catch you.

And now I have some sad news.

Tomorrow, I leave to rejoin my regiment.

Oh, I think I shall weep!

So I wonder,

as a special favor tonight,

would you consider calling me Malcolm?

And in return, you'll be wishing to call me Demelza?

'Tis a very pretty name.

What does it mean?

My mother once told me that in the old Cornish tongue,

it means "thy sweetness."

I would rather it meant "mysweetness."

It's very close in here.

Shall we take a breath of air

in the garden?

Well?

Did he fleece you like a footpad?

No, he showered me with blessings!

The debt repaid in full,

or a share in a profitable business.

That's excellent!

What will you do?

Truth be told, I'm half-tempted

to follow your lead and enlist.

What, now?

When things are looking up?

Surely you have too much to keep you here.

Yes.

You would think so.

But?

When are our choices ever straightforward?

Are you cold?

May I fetch your wrap?

I have none.

I'm glad of it.

For I know a better way to warm you.

You're most attentive, Malcolm.

Surely you cannot be short of attention.

Everywhere I look, men are snarling over you.

But I fancy they do not suit you as well as...

As well as...?

Ever since I met you, I've wanted to do that.

I hope you were not disappointed.

On the contrary.

You've given me an appetite for more.

We should return to the party.

Can you not give me a word of encouragement

before we go?

Surely you've had enough already.

But will you not give me something to hope for?

Later tonight?

Which is your room?

I'm not well acquainted with this house,

but I think Sir Hugh called it the Red Room.

I know it.

Thank you, my sweetness.

Thank you.

You seem distracted.

Do I?

Despite your good fortune.

Is all well at home?

Yes.

And no.

Demelza and I...

Let us just say that attachments are complicated.

As you well know.

Your cousin-in-law may agree.

Elizabeth?

It was she I was called to attend at Trenwith.

A fainting fit.

She's postponed her wedding.

She has?

Are you certain?

Clearly the thought of marrying George Warleggan

was more than she could stand.

Did anyone see you?

I hope I know how to conduct an ambush, my darling.

So you leave tomorrow?

At noon.

And I shall not see you again.

You shall if you wish.

You may write to me at Winchester.

Malcolm...

My angel.

Are you kind?

Immensely.

Then I beg you to bear with me

to understand why I led you to believe.

'Tis on account of my husband.

Don't think of him.

He's betrayed me with another.

Is he insane?

And because of that, I thought that I should do the same.

Most assuredly.

Please.

Please, just hear me out.

Have I told you how beautiful you are?

I begin to realize something about myself.

Call it weakness if you will, but I cannot give myself

You can.to any man

except my husband.

I am bound to him.

I wish it were not the case, but...

My angel, it does you credit

to be so delicate.

But think for a moment of me,

who's been looking forward to this encounter

as to a mortal's taste

of heaven.

Your duty now is not to your husband, but to me.

Malcolm, please.

Malcolm, stop!

Stop, Malcolm!

Stop!

I like a woman who knows her own mind.

I thought you were such a one.

My mistake.

Ross, I hate you.

I hate you!

Ross!

What brings ye here?

A disinclination to go home early.

Join us, then, as we drown our sorrows.

Eke out the last of our earnings.

Don't remind me.

Nay, Ross, don't take it hard.

All of us were willing to work without timbers.

And if it were to do again,

we'd none of us think twice.

You cannot mean that.

After we lost Ted?

Risky work's better than none.

Grace put food on our table.

More than that, she give us hope.

I tell ye,

were it not that the lode's buried

beneath 30 fathom of rock,

we'd be back down there like a shot.

You would?

With Ted's blessing.

Damn!

Blast and set fire to it!

What the blazes?

HUGH:I believe you're lost, sir.

Your room is on the east side.

Thank you, sir.

I know very well where my room is

and to whom this one belongs.

Well, no...!

Dammit, sir, she as good as invited me.

Now why don't you scuttle off and turn a blind eye?

Blind eye?

I was going in there myself!

Don't tell me she invited you.

HUGH:Blast it, sir, you've had no invitation!

You thought to try your luck!

Blast yourself, sir!

I was here first!

I'm the host.

It's only right that I have first pick.

A host should yield to a guest, as you well know.

'Tis the proper etiquette.

Etiquette be damned, if you go into that room,

I go with you!

I don't fancy we'll win her that way.

Suppose we toss a coin?

Well, one shall say I'm not a sportsman.

Call.

Heads.

Tails!

Stand aside, sir.

What the devil?

Well, I've never known a woman who promised so much

and delivered so little!

Where's Demelza?

Out.

Since when?

Since she went to Bodrugan's party.

Did she say she would stay the night?

Did she?

Don't recall.

So you have no idea where she is?

Reckon she's as much right as any to stay out all night.

Reckon she do.

Demelza!

Ross.

How kind of you to come and meet me.

Did you have a pleasant time at Trenwith?

I told you, I went to Truro to meet Richard Tonkin.

Whatever you say, Ross.

Do what you will.

Go and live with her if you wish.

It's quite possible her marriage will still go ahead.

No doubt you did your best to prevent it.

No doubt I did.

So does she love George, then?

No, she does not.

Demelza,

I cannot blame you for your anger.

But if you could bide awhile, have a little patience...

Patience?

This thing will play itself out

sooner or later.

I see.

So you just expect me to sit and twiddle my thumbs

until you decide whether or not you want me?

It's not a question of wanting you.

It's a question of not wanting her.

Do you not want her?

No!

I don't know.

Sometimes...

I'm not content to be second best.

Have I asked you to be?

Have you not made me so?

Why am I here, Demelza?

Why do you suppose I'm still here?

I don't know why you're still here, Ross.

Because Elizabeth can't make up her mind?

No!

Because Elizabeth does not want you?

Because she knows George is the better bet?

I came here with good news!

I came here to tell you

that Blewitt can repay the money I lent him!

We can reopen Grace!

Demelza!

You must take the decision alone.

Aunt?

You cannot wait for him to help you.

I don't understand.

How can he treat me so?

How can he leave things so up in the air?

And not for the first time.

Exactly!

Once before, I waited for him to come and see me,

and when he did not...

You married Francis.

And now?

I do not know!

He's deserted me.

He tried to stop this marriage

but offered nothing in return.

He has taken what was not rightly his

and walked away from the consequences.

Why did he have to come?

I hate him for it.

He's left me with only one possible choice.

I reckon it'll take two weeks to clear the rubble.

We'll have her back up and running again.

What are we waiting for?

I see Ross be not at his cousin's wedding.

Such a pity that relations with George are so strained

that Ross could not attend the wedding.

If you say so.

Come and sit with me, child.

So now you are all that remain of the Trenwith Poldarks.

No doubt Warleggan would dispense with us if he could.

You'll hardly see him, aunt.

Once they're living at Cardew, why would he even visit?

Elizabeth may come to see her mother,

but to all intents and purposes,

you are mistress now.

And you'll visit me often?

Like old times.

If we close our eyes, it will seem like 20 years ago,

Francis and father still alive and Ross riding over every day.

Ross.

Yes.

How different might it all have been.

He must wonder why I sleep here now.

Perhaps you should tell him.

That you don't wish to have me near you?

Or that you now find me distasteful

after the delicate charms of Elizabeth.

You'd never think you almost lost your lives down there.

Well, we've all got to go sometime.

I wish Ted could've lived to see the day.

You did all you could.

It wasn't enough.

I wonder if the navy's so desperate

as to need a second-rate surgeon.

The navy will need all the men it can get

if the war continues.

An auspicious day!

Mistress Poldark should be here.

She's always taken an interest in our ventures before.

Demelza has business elsewhere.

You were born for this life, my dear.

I like to think so.

London is full of beauties, but you will outshine them all.

Such a privilege to have Lord and Lady Warleggan to tea.

Oh, have I ennobled you prematurely?

I'm sure the honor will soon be forthcoming.

And how is Cornwall?

Do you see much of Dr. Enys?

He attends my mother.

So he's finally moving in more exalted circles.

I fear not, ma'am.

I think my mother is his only fee-paying patient.

But how secretive you've been!

You announced your wedding so late,

my uncle and I could not attend.

Um, my wife kept me waiting awhile

until she gave her answer.

Quite right.

Marriage lasts a lifetime.

A lady must be sure she's making the right choice.

Ross!

Ross!

Captain Henshawe be callin' for ye.

Can it wait?

There's something he need ye to see.

I've been thinking about our domestic arrangements.

You'll be glad to return home to Cardew.

I had thought so,

but now I believe I've a fancy to live somewhere else.

I can scarce believe it.

Nor I.

When first I saw it, I thought my eyes deceived me.

What does it mean?

It means I'm breaking the habit of a lifetime

and taking a drink!

I have something to tell you.

We reached the tin lode that was buried.

We've been working on it for some days now,

and today, the lode split.

One half is twice the size of the old lode.

Henshawe says he's never seen richer ground.

Demelza...

Do you understand what this means?

I'll be able to pay back

the interest on the loan.

More than that,

soon we'll be in a position to repay in full.

I'm very glad for you, Ross.

For us.

Do you not see how this changes things?

It will mean not just survival, not even a good living,

but wealth!

After so long.

The very thing we hoped for.

And now it's here.

Has it come too late?

Demelza?