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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?