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Dearest Demelza, I feel your absence keenly

yet I rely upon your wonderful
resourcefulness

to keep the home fires ablaze
till I return...

My dearest Ross,
mind I don't blaze you,

if ever you deign
to come home again.

Where shall we dine?

I regret I have
a prior engagement.

Who dares take priority
over me?

Prime Minister.

Captain Poldark.

I'm glad to hear
your Poor Relief scheme

succeeded in Cornwall.

And I've every sympathy
for a bill to implement it

across the nation.

But it will not be passed.

Why?

Because too many of our Members
deem it in their interest

to keep the "small man"
in his place.

Then I must ask myself
why I became a Member,

if not to change that?

Your impulse is sound,

and I believe its time
will come.

And in the meantime?

Take care of those you can.

Help those who cannot
help themselves.

Your wife, is she in London?

In Truro.

I rely on her
to keep me appraised

of all that occurs
in my absence.

Does she ever visit?

How could I bring her?

Who would manage Cornwall?

Forgive me, sir.

Where might I find
Dr. Enys?

I've mislaid him
these three weeks.Forgive me.

I've been advising Dr. Behenna
at the new infirmary.

It opens in a fortnight.

And between that
and my patients...

And tryin' not to think
of Caroline?

Oh, Caroline will insist
on invading my thoughts.

Though not, alas, my home.

Nat Pearce... has croaked.

How tragic.

Foolish, foolishold man!

Is it true, Father?

He stole money
from his clients' funds

and gambled it away?Not gambled.

Speculated.

Though some might say
it's the same thing,

since the money was lost.

Could you not have
prevented him?

By the time I found out,
the damage was done.

Pascoe's Bank stands guarantor
for those funds,

and I intend to honor them
in full.

Can you?

We'll be somewhat pinched,

but if no other strain
is placed on our resources.

Ah, there you are, wife.

Father-in-law?

Deuced glad I trusted him
with none of my capital.

I hope you're keeping it safe,
sir.

Rest assured, St. John,

your entire marriage settlement
remains untouched.

"Help those who cannot help themselves"?

At least it's a mission.

Since you cannot bear to be
without one...

Is that how you see me?

My dear, you must always be
about some scheme or another.

When do you ever stand by
and do nothing?

Drink up, Poldark!

He would hardly thank me for showing him up

in front of his friends.

Oh...

Oh, shame on you, Poldark!

Kitty will be disappointed

if you cannot stand
to attention!

A brace of Poldarks!

Quel embarras
de richesses!

We were just leaving.

Deserting your post?

Is the pace too warm
for your nephew?

On the contrary.

I think he found it rather dull.

To Nathaniel Pearce,Esquire,

and his most helpful demise.

Hm.

Perhaps now
would be a good time

to resume your
literary career...

with himself
safely in the ground.

It comes to the notice of a well-wisher

that you entrust your savings
to Pascoe's Bank.

I must inform you it is
on the verge of insolvency,

owing to the
criminal activities

of Pascoe's accomplice,
Nathaniel Pearce,

who has been permitted
to embezzle funds

entrusted to him.

I therefore advise you

to withdraw your deposits

from Pascoe's Bank
without delay.

We will continue this
later.

What was that letter?

Oh, business.

Pertaining to Ross?

Why would you think so?

You have a particular expression

when you're conspiring
against him.

I've seen it many times.

I can assure you, there was no
mention of Ross in that letter.

Yet I wonder why

you're so keen
to protect him.

It is you I'm keen to protect,
George.

From your own imaginings.

Which have injured us both
in the past.

But on this occasion
I see it was my imagining.

So forgive me.

Does Adderley not know
who the boy's stepfather is?

Do you think he cares?

Still, I'm glad to see you're
resolved not to interfere.

Perhaps we all need
a little distance from London.

How many have you got?

Yes! Well done.

I thought 'ee should know,
mistress,

old Nat Pearce is dead.

Oh.

And?

Well, 'tis said he left
his affairs in disarray--

talk of embezzlements
an' the like.

But Ross had no dealings
with him.

Well, Pascoe's Bank did.

And now 'tis said
there may a crash.

And that Pascoe's be no longer
a safe place to keep money.

Judas.

I come again to ask 'ee.

My answer's the same.

Thank 'ee kindly.

But no.

But why?

There be no hope
of resurrectin' this.

So why not come an' live
with me in Sawle?

Because I'd not disrespect
Rosina

by showin' my face there again.

I'm minded to start afresh,

maybe 'list as a soldier
or go to sea.

Morwenna's dead to me.

And I'll not injure
Rosina more.

So I'll see
what may be salvaged here,

and then I'll be on my way.

I thank you.

Leave me.

GEORGE:My dear,
are you quite well?

You seem very pale.

I believe I may be
sickening for something.

You must look after yourselfmy dear.

Morwenna!

My daughter-in-law

had no business to send for you.

I cannot imagine
what she has to complain of.

I'll be happy to ascertain that

if I might see her alone?

She has no secrets from me.

Then doubtless she'll give you
a full account

once I've examined her.

Your note mentioned tremors?

Palpitations?
Nausea?

If you would furnish me
more details,

I could perhaps prescribe...

Oblivion?

Can you supply that?

Yes.

But first I might ask
what you wish to escape.

I might also tell you
that I myself once wished

for such a thing.

When I returned from France,
with my senses numbed

and my nerves frayed...

And violated?

As I have been violated?

My husband,

before he died...I understand.

And I urge you to put
all thoughts of him behind you.

Look to the future with hope...

I wish that were possible.

God go with 'ee, maid.

And thee, sir.

Rosina?

What passed 'twixt thee
and my brother,

I believe he did wrong.

A promise is a promise

and should not be broke
on a whim.

'Twas not a whim, Sam.

For he loved she
afore he ever saw me,

and when she was wedded,

he felt
he must go to her,

so...
I respect him.

I don't respect her.

She's free now,
yet she've turned him away.

If she truly loved him,
why did she so?

That I cannot answer.

And perhaps
I have no right

to speak to thee
of Drake at all,

but if you'll allow me...

Then there's only one thing you can do.

Which would put a seal
on George's trust

which no-one could dispute.

Give him another child.

That cannot alter
what's gone before.

It could.

If there were some...
confusion over the dates.

If it could seem to him
another eight-month-child?

VALENTINE:Mama...

Gentlemen, please. Gentlemen, have patience!

I will see you all in turn.

It's true that some of the funds
Nat Pearce misappropriated

carried our guarantee.

They will be honoredin full.

There's not
the slightest threat

to the stability
of the bank.

Unless all of my old clients
proceed as you wish to do

and suddenly withdraw,in full,

deposits which have lain
with us for years.

Mistress Poldark,
what a pleasure.

A glass of port?

Thank you, no, sir.

'Tis the end
of the month,

and as you know,
our usual custom...

Is to draw money
for wages.

Of course.

500?

I will instruct my clerk.

But sir, I bethink
if you're in such trouble...

You wish to safeguard yourself
by taking more.

I quite understand.

Captain Poldark has
over 3,000 pounds

to his credit.

But I'd esteem it a favor

if you'd not take it all
at once.

In a week, I hope, we will
have weathered the storm.

Yes, I did hear rumors

of the crisis
at Pascoe's Bank.

But I assume
it will blow over.

Forgive me, my Lord.

I don't rightly understand
these things

and dearly wish
Ross were here to help,

but in his absence...

It's the end of the month,
and I went to draw money

to pay our wages,
but... I found I could not.

You mean,
Pascoe's could not pay you?

No, I mean,
I could not withdraw it.

If I do,

it will encourage others
to do the same,

and Pascoe's been Ross's friend
these 20 years.

Surely now is the time
to put money in,

not draw it out.

Your concern was not needed,
Uncle.

Everyone in London
has their little amours.

Everyone gambles
and drinks to excess.

On their stepfather's money?

Why could you

not have been my stepfather?

I could never fund

your education--
or your escapades!

I suggest you retain
George's favor.

Believe me, it's the only
reason I tolerate him.

'Tis not... only advice I seek,
my Lord,

but... a loan.

2,000 pounds,
to meet our wages.

How many men do you employ?

Um...
I can't rightly remember.

From conversations
with your husband,

I would guess that

800 pounds would more
than cover your needs.

May I offer you
a word of advice?

Loyalty is admirable,

but it's unwise
to be governed by sentiment.

This money is for you

and your mine.

Not to prop up
a shaky bank in Truro.

No, my Lord.

I'm that grateful, my Lord.

I wonder who his father
would have preferred.

For a stepfather.

Neither of us.

George may be a moral bankrupt,

but I could never have made
Elizabeth happy.

She requires a life of ease
and luxury.

And you require...?

A wife who's willing
to dirty her hands.

Excuse me, sirs,
where must I go to pay money in?

Pardon, me sirs?

Pray excuse me, sir?

I have money to pay in.

Which way must I go?

Good day, Mr. Martin,

you're not here
to withdraw funds?

No, ma'am, deposit.

As I've done every month
these 20 years.

And I, sir.
30 years!

And 'ave no reason
to stop now.

I be new
to these parts.

And have been recommended...?

Oh, yeah...

and have been recommended
to this bank

on account
of it bein'... um...

Safer 'n Bodmin Jail!

For once in,
there's no gettin' out.

And truly I declare,
I'd trust Pascoe's with my life!

I was only thinkin' of...What?

That I'm so marred and dainty,

I can't abide to look
at 'ee now?

Or hear folks gossip?

"Poor Rosina,

twice let down,
and maybe now she'll never wed."

There be no words too wicked
for the wrong that I did 'ee.

Hush yer creening!

'Tis I was jilted, not thee.

And if I can stay and bear it,
so can 'ee.

So Pascoe is

clinging on.

But are we to be thwarted
by a scullery maid?

I think not.

My dear St. John,

how good of you to respond
so promptly to our note...

Concerning your
outstanding loans with us.

Which of course
you're happy to renew?

The season's been
damned expensive.

And,

as cousin to the
Honorable Member for Truro,

I must look the part

if I'm to benefit
from the association.

Cousin?

To Ross Poldark?

Did we know that?

Not wanting to be
a killjoy,

but capital's scarce.

Our bank lately financed

several schemes
which ran into difficulties.

GEORGE:Not unlike those
which ruined Nat Pearce.

So, regrettably,
we find ourselves obliged

to call in a number
of our short-term loans.

Including yours.

What?

Gentlemen, this is a poor jest.

But... but that's outrageous!

You surely recall

how I chose to retain you
as my bankers

even though my wife Joan
urged me

to bank with her father.

And this
is how you repay me?

And you'll recall
your wife's dowry,

a considerable sum,

still resides
at her father's bank.

I suggest you call upon it now.

I believe it will almost

cover your debts.Hmm.

Preposterous!

Disgraceful!

I should add

that this
unfortunate situation

is temporary.

Within three months,
we expect the crisis to pass.

Should you then apply to us
for credit...

Oh, oh, I see.

A mere three months?GEORGE:
Though I beg you

not to mention
our present difficulties,

for fear it should frighten
our investors.

Of course.

You can rely
on my discretion.

Ah, Dr. Enys.

How go the preparations
for the grand opening?

Of the infirmary?

Gratifying
for we subscribers

to see the fruits
of our labors.

At any rate, the fruits
of your donations.

One cannot do too much
for the deserving poor.

As you yourself
demonstrate

by your generous support
of Ross's scheme.

Yes,

we are quite
the charitable cabal.

A pity his obligations
in Westminster

keep him
from Cornwall.

So much afoot,
which he is sadly missing.

Never learn, do ye?

Brother Tom did say

'ee were
a stubborn little tacker.

My brother do wish
for no trouble.

And yet...

it do always
seem to find 'im.

Ignore him.

Come on.

Mama!

My darling!

The prodigal returns.

Is that me or you?

Will you take
some refreshment?

I assume George
isn't home?

Thank you for taking him
under your wing.

And for bringing him home.I was glad to do it.

I've been informed

by the chief clerk
of Pascoe's bank

they've closed
their doors.

No one
can withdraw money.

Which means for Ross,
his entire life savings.

Elizabeth should hear it
from me.Hmm.

I'll be at the infirmary till late.

Tell Bone I'll take supper
in my room.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Enys.

There's a terrible shortage
of good physicians in London.

I was obliged to come
to Cornwall to find one.

And do you have an appointment?

I'm afraid not.

Do you think you might
fit me in?

To our friendship.

Yes.

Though I doubt George
would approve of my visit.

Will you tell him?

Of course.

You know him, Ross.

He will never be rid
of his doubts,

so why would I provoke themfurther?

Why, even now...

Yes?

I suspect him of being
about some scheme or other.

Against me?

Never!

It's his way.

I've grown used to it.

I'm content.

Truly?

Yes.

Truly.

Mama!

Valentine, my love,

is it not time
for your supper?

Where's Bessie?

Happy to make
your acquaintance, sir.

Bessie,
will you take him?

Wait, Bessie.

A fine boy.

Yes.

Did you ever think
further

of that conversation
we had at Sawle Church?

Yes.

I'm very mindful of it.

Well, if you see me
in Truro,

feel at liberty
to ignore me.

I shall.

Who was that?

Mama.

An unexpected visitor.

Look who's cometo stay.

Can you forgive me?

For leaving you?

It was what you needed.

So there is nothing
to forgive.

How was London?

Thrilling,
diverting,

brutal, cold.

One fears
for the young there.

You told me
when Sarah died,

that you were never meant
to be a mother.

Do you think so still?

I see I must be on my guard,
Dr. Enys.

You seem determined to prove
I have feelings after all.

We have no savings, no wages,

we owe Falmouth 800 pounds.

'Ee did all 'ee could,maid.

It wasn't enough.

I could kick myself.

Judas, I'm an idiot!

Oh, I doubt that.

Ross!

Oh, Jeremy.

Papa.

Good boy.

Let me look at you.

A little thinner perhaps,

but no idiot
as far as I can tell.

Oh, Ross,
if only you knew.

Perhaps I do.

Pascoe's Bank?

I met with Zacky.

He told me
of your valiant efforts.

Which all came to naught.

Pascoe's was ruined anyway.

Did I do right or wrong, Ross?

I have to know.

There was a choice to make,
and...

What?

You are worth
all Westminster.

Back for good,
are 'ee?

As 'ee see.I mislike it.

And when I mislike
a thing,

I make it known.

By burning downa forge?

Oi, what?
Why would you think so?

You do know that arson's
a hanging offense.

Arson?
Look, I know naught about that.

Look,
my brother did wrong

by Rosina.

But she've made her peace
with him.

Their story be done.

And now he've returned,

you'll not lay a finger
'pon him.

Will I not?

No. For if you do,

you'll have me to answer to.

And though the Lord do exhort us
not to vengeance,

for my brother's sake,
I will repay.

My dear Ross,

it's been
a miserable business,

Yeah, and I agree--

if more of my friends
had been on hand,

we might have weathered
the storm.

But...

The Bassets' bank
have agreed

to take over all my accounts
and liabilities.

Why can't the bank
be reconstituted as before?

With what capital?

A bank must have a capital
before it can start lending.

That is the basis of credit.Yes,

but there's not a bank
in England who can meet

all of its creditors
at the same time.

There's no need,

the creditors have
sufficient faith in them.

What has caused yours
to waiver?

The very question
I asked myself.

Till somebody showed methis.

Anonymous, of course.

Yet I think we may guess
the author.

"A well-wisher."

Of course,

there's no absolute proof,

but... 'tis done now.

And on
a more cheerful note,

I shan't be entirely redundant.

I've been offeredthe post

of chief clerk
at Basset, Rogers & Co.

The salary is not
to be sneezed at.

No,
it's to be spat at!

Truly, Harris,

if I cannot do better for you
than that!

Do not attempt it.

This final maneuver
of the Warleggans--

calling in St. John's loan,

just as we hoped we were safe--

it was masterly.

And it will strengthen,

not blacken their reputation.

For who will dare challenge
a family

who have the power
to bring down a bank?

Thank you very much for meeting me this morning.

Much appreciated.

Supper's hot.

Not hungry.

Just weary.

Of arguing, riding,
persuading.

Did you persuade?

There's sympathy
for Pascoe,

but no offers of capital
to restart the bank.

And we still have the problem
of how to pay our men.

What's your opinion?

Mine?

We're partners, are we not?

Hmm.

Well, as your partner,
I think...

first, you should tend
to your stomach,

and then...

maybe tomorrow you could beg
Dwight and Caroline

for a loan
to pay our wages.

And maybe see if Sir Francis
has aught to suggest?

My thoughts entirely.

Mistress.

Zacky, um...

Captain Ross and I do wish
to thank all our workers

for their patience

in bearing with us
till we can pay wages.

'Tis well thought on,
mistress.

In return they'll get
a half-day off

and an extra sixpence

besides.

'Twill be much
appreciated.

And tonight we invite all
to Nampara,

where we'll have a bonfire

and a barrel of ale

and stargazy pie!

Bless 'ee.

It is unfortunate, yes,

and I too was away
when Pascoe's collapsed.

But in truth, Captain,

the days of the small bank
are done.

So under the circumstances.The circumstances

generated by this?

Sent to 50

of Pascoe's
most prominent clients.

This is monstrous.

I've spoken
with many of them.

And most are willing

to allow their accounts remain
in Pascoe hands

and see him trade again.

Is all well and good,
but who will finance him?

Could Basset's not provide?

A loan?

It would take him years
to repay.

No, I'm sorry,

but the amalgamation
which is in process

seems to me
the only practical solution.

Why not a new concern?

"Bassets, Rogers, Pascoe& Co"?

It would gain all Pascoe'sclients,

including myself.Out of the question.

Pascoe's name would bring
with it an air of failure

and misjudgment.

Surely
his only misjudgment

was to ever cross swords
with the Warleggans?

Are we not agreed,

every time the Warleggans
triumph over the smaller man,

it makes the next
small man

less likely
to stand up to them?

It would be a mistake,
Captain,

to press too hard
from a position of weakness.

Well, then I appeal
to your generosity

and your sense
of fair play.

He threw you out?

I left before he could.

I could've told you
not to press him.

You know he dislikes
to be maneuvered.

And you are the expert
on how to direct him?

Did I not persuade him
to make friends with Falmouth?

Perhaps you should negotiate
with him next time.

Will there be
a next time?

What was it
the prime minister said?

"See for those you can"?

Then that's what we must do.

There, Ross.

ye've been generous
with us...

So we've a little gift
in return.

You're all right.

Yes, you may well
venture again.

And, I suspicion,
be kindly received.

But would 'ee not venture
one last time with Morwenna?

Are you not glad to have your husband home?

In London he's exemplary.

Despite profuse temptation
and provocation.

You don't believe me?

Yes, only...

London's so far away,

and we're much
of the year apart.

Sometimes I wonder
do Ross prefer it that way?

He in London,
I in Cornwall.

Do the distance
leave him...

"unencumbered,"
is that the word?

Then go to London
with him.

He haven't asked me.

Nor will he.

He likes me here,
to tend to his affairs.

It's as if
we're in harness

and work
alongside each other

but 300 miles apart.

In spite of George's efforts

to grind poor folk down,

the new infirmary's
a grand thing, is it not?

It will make
a difference.

I must congratulate George
when I see him.

Ross, do not!

For my sake,
go not even near him.

As you wish.

May I welcome you, one and all,

to our ceremony
of dedication.

It is beyond the power
of language

to describe
a more afflicting scene

of human misery

as so often presents itself

in the wretched hand
of some indigent creature

who lies languishing

on the hard and greasy pallet
of sickness,

dragging out his wearisome life,

either wasted by slow
and intermittent fevers

or wracked
by excruciating pains.

Compose yourself, Morwenna.

You are a Whitworth!

It is for the comfort, succor, solace,

and salvation
of such wretched creatures

that we,
with nobler impulse

and finer feelings,
have united

in our generosity,

our compassion...

The renegade returns.

...our beneficence...

Too late
to save his spaniel.

HALSE:...and have today
thrown open the doors

of the new
Cornwall General Infirmary.

For now abideth faith, hope,

and charity.

But the greatest
of them all

is charity.

Charity?

Why not hope?

All these benevolent,
well-meaning folk,

keen to alleviate
distress,

but how many people care
about preventing it?

Not just to give money
to the poor

but create conditions

in which the poor can earn money
for themselves.

Is that
a ludicrous notion?

You mistake the impulse,
my friend.

People give because
it soothes their conscience

and bolsters
their reputation.

Few here are interested

in genuine empowerment
for the poor.

Well played,
George.

Use my cousin
to bring down my bank

and lose me
my savings.

Masterful.

Captain.

Bad sign.

Basset has no good newsfor me.

You always knew
it was unlikely.

Mr. Pascoe,

I was sorry to hear
of your bank's demise.

Where must I go now
for investment advice?

To Basset, Rogers & Co,

where I've been so fortunate
as to secure a position

as chief clerk.

HALSE:Do I hear you've returned
to Parliament, sir?

I represent the borough
of St. Michael.

Ah.
In whose name?

My own.

I meant
in whose interest?

Falmouth's?
Basset's?

I need no patron now, sir.

I own the borough.

And you, Captain Poldark.

How have you found
Westminster?

I think I've learned a little.

Yawned a little.Ah.

I thought I was of use,
and then I,

I thought again

Do you find it corrupt?

What is not?

Is there
much to choose

in between politics
and other forms of power?

Westminster has
everything,

the highest ideals
to the lowest.

Just the same
as this town.

In what regard?

Ross...

Take, for instance,

the bank failure
which occurred.

Was it caused by improvidence
on the bank's part?

No.

It was induced from outside
by corrupt power,

corruptly deployed.

I have been away and have not the benefit

of common knowledge.

To whom do you refer?If you do not know
these names,

ask any of the traders

of this town,
anyone will tell you.

Unless of course they're afraid
that lying, anonymous letters

will be circulated
about them too.

Dear me, Ross,

this seems rather like
a storm in a teacup.

Trying to find
scapegoats

for a perfectly normal
business failure.

I applaud your loyalty
to a friend,

but as is often the case
with you,

it has blinded you

to the facts.Come away, Ross.

And the facts are these.

Harris Pascoe was
a foolish old man

who allowed Nat Pearce
to embezzle large sums of money

that were entrusted

to his care.You... lie!

Ross enough.

Come away,
come away.

This is disgraceful.

I will have you expelled
from Parliament!

Will you, George?

And how will you manage that?

PASCOE:Good gracious--
Mrs. Warleggan!

Dwight? Help her!Please let me through.

GEORGE:My carriage!
Call for my carriage!

DWIGHT:Were you feeling unwell
prior to fainting?

No, not at all.

But it was so warm
in the hall -

and very little air.Of course.

Um, forgive me,
if I may be so bold...

is there a possibility
that you might be with child?

I... no.

I don't believe so.

You cannot be seen here.

Lady Whitworth will call
the constables.

I mean no harm.

'Ee must know

that I did give up
all hope of 'ee.

But Sam say
I should come again...

and tell 'ee...

I love 'ee still.

And so I ask
one final time:

will 'ee not take me?

'Tis no sin to love me.

Can 'ee not see
that there be hope?

I did think so once...

but now...

Please go...

and never return.

I'm with child.

Oh, Lord, how you vex me, Ross.

Must you always rise
to George's bait?

Why did you not prevent me?

Am I my husband's keeper?

That is your task,
is it not?

To be the better partof me?

Oh, I only wish
we'd achieved more

on Pascoe's behalf.

He deserves more
than to be a humble clerk.

This come for Mister Ross.

Dr. Enys?

My love?

You know I am
a hard creature.

And as we've established,
I have no heart.

And it's been weeks

since I returned
from London.

And... already
you grow restless?

You wonder when
you can decently return?

I've observed it,
my love.

It's not in your nature
to be starved of company.

Now I know myself better,

I realize I am a creature
that needs variety.

London as well as
Cornwall.

This time,
I want my husband with me.

If only to prove
to your friends he exists?Am I so obvious?

Only to me.

Forgive me.

I know you dislike
Dr. Choake...

You've not summoned him?

My dear,
I had no choice.

This nausea has not abated
for a week.

I cannot bear
to see you suffer.

Gentlemen,

I call to order

this meeting
of the banking partners.

And before we begin,
I must extend a welcome

to our newest partner,

Harris Pascoe.

You will all note
a last-minute addition

to our number.

Some of you
may query this.

The name in question
brings no money--

never will, not being
the type to accumulate.

But he's making quite a name
for himself

both here and in the capital.

So I think

he is an asset
in himself.

Captain Poldark,

I am delighted
you could join us.

No one was more surprised than I.

Lord, what a personage you be these days.

Everyone'd wish
to join their name to yours.

Perhaps soon
you'll be too grand

to talk to me.

Only a matter of time.

Yet truly, Ross,
as a banker and an MP,

will not all manner
of inducements

come your way?

I should hope so.

But you'll remain
immune.

Will I?

I know you.

In which case,

perhaps I'd better decline
that very generous offer

which was made to me
earlier today.

Which?

The use of a luxurious carriage
to take me to London.

Along with my wife.

What?

You wish me to decline?

You wish me to come
to London with you?

Oh, should I be going?

DWIGHT:Naturally
you're anxious.

But sometimes
there are matters

that may only
be attended to

when husband
and wife are together.

Am I right, Dr. Enys?Always, my love.

It's only a month.

Oh, I can't believe we must ride
away and forget 'em.

Rest assured,

in 20 years time,
they'll ride away and forget us.

Don't say that!

Let's go look at them.

That's it.

Dr. Choake prescribed
several powders

to be taken thrice daily
for a fortnight.

He also recommends purging,
bleeding, blistering...

No.

My dear?

That will not be necessary.

Dr. Choake is mistook.

I'm not ill.

I'm with child.

My dear...

but, but this is
wonderful news!

I can, oh, I cannot tell you
how overjoyed...

no, but, but you must,
you must rest,

you must allow me
to take charge

of all your needs
and wishes.

When, when may
we expect...?

I think... December?

Or thereabouts.

December...

Well, we will...

we will take a house
in Mayfair.

We might even have
the child in London.

And, and let us hope
for a girl this time.

Would that not be
delightful?

Oh, my dear.

Ah, Uncle,
we have good news.

And I have bad.

Basset's bank incorporated
Pascoe's

to form the Cornish Bank.

Among partners listed

in the new enterprise
is Ross Poldark.

No matter.

Oh, Judas, Ross,

why didn't you wake me?

How did I get
like this?

You fell asleep
fully clothed.

I put you to bed.

An' failed to furnish me
a nightgown?

Did you need one?

I need one now.

Go and fetch it.

A gentleman would fetch it
for me.

That depends on the gentleman.

'Tis too bright, Ross.

One don't look becoming
in daylight.

I disagree.

Are you going to hand it me
or not?

Not.

Now you can't have me!

Oh, yes I can.

You're my prisoner.

My present.

To be unwrapped
at leisure.

Sir?

Mrs. Parkins says
breakfast is served.

Tell Mrs. Parkins
we shall be down in an hour.

Or two.

I thought you liked me best
in Cornwall?

A Demelza in Cornwall
is a wondrous thing.

But a Demelza in London
is even better.