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Why do you smile?

Why do you?

Recalling a certain night.

When you asked me if I liked you?

And do you?

Like me still?

For some strange reason.

As I, perversely, still like you.

Well, that's only fitty!

Everything's fitty, now we're home.

And London and its strange ways

are far, far away.

Captain Poldark,

If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

With my demise, you must be made aware

of the forces with which you are dealing.

They are without remorse.

If you would preserve yourself and your family,

distance yourself from Ned Despard,

lest the association be fatal to you,

as it has been so to me.

Bannantine's dead.

What?

How?

Drowned, his landlady says.

An accident?You think it likely?

Hanson's in Truro.

I can't know if he had a hand in Bannantine's death,

but I do know his presence here...

Is unlikely to be for the good of his health.

He'd be well advised to avoid me.

And you him.

In fact, you'd be well advised

to avoid confrontation of any kind.

So I should go to ground?Literally.

Below grass.

Have we broken through yet?

I told 'em they should've used more powder.

Well, the colonel must bear with us.

We're a cautious lot 'ere.

So the job takes twice as long.

Come on, man, where's our derring-do?

Oh.

Ned and his fireworks.

Seem to have whet Master Ross's appetite for 'em.

Ned learned his trade building fortifications in America.

He knows what he's doing.

Hmm.

Rosina.

Oh, dear, poor Tommy, have you been fighting?

No, mistress.

I'm 'feared 'tis scurvy.

Dr. Enys warned me it might return.

Well, that won't do,will it?

Hmm?

Thank you, ma'am.

See thee, Captain, my lad Arthur be 12 now,

and more 'n fitty for work below grass.

And when he's 14, he shall have it.

Aye, but that's two year away.

How do you expect him to survive

on children wage till then?

You know very well why I keep children above grass

until they're 14.

They earn less in the short term,

but in the long run more,

because they live longer.

Now's when the living's needed.

My lad's weak with hunger.

And Demelza at this very moment is in Sawle,

handing out supplies.

He don't want charity.

He wants man's work.

And if you'll not offer it, I know who will.

Come on, lad.

We'll ask Warleggan for work, yeah?

Your mother would be most aggrieved

to think of you neglecting your studies.But I haven't.

Am I not correct,dear?

We certainly want no dunces here.

Sir.

My dear, would you care to accompany me to Truro?

I have matters to attend to at the bank.

Ah, I think not.

Cardy, assist Sir George to his room.

He's unwell.

He is no such thing.

My dear, you tell him I'm perfectly fine?

Cardy, take his arm.

This is, this is outrageous! Unhand me!

Elizabeth, tell them to unhand me!

See it done by tomorrow.

Orders from Mistress Poldark.

'Tis lucky my sister have such a generous heart

after what 'ee did.

Not many'd give 'ee a second chance.

Maybe I give her a second chance.

How so?

How long do you think I'd be content to skivvy and scrape

and take orders?

'Tis only biding time till better comes along.

Better what?

Better work, better wage, better mistress.

Better mate.

Don't trouble 'eeself to fetch this.

I'll have Brother Sam send it.

Brother Sam it be, then.

Head of the Royal Cornwall Infirmary?

Well, Dr. Enys, it's no more than you deserve.

But more than I desire.

Note the timing-- hard on the heels

of the Hadfield trial?Yes, my love,

but whether you like it or not, you are now a celebrity.

So you think I should accept?

Do you not?

And abandon my patients here?

Well, Horace believes

your patients here take you very much for granted.

Horace knows that one of the few advantages

of being a wealthy squire is my ability to treat patients

without the need to charge excessively.

At least consider it.

I will consider it.

Sit down, leave it.

Take a seat.

Mr. Hanson!

Are you enjoying Cornwall?

Two ales, please.

I'm here on business,

so I have little time for pleasure.

Surely the two are not incompatible.

Depending on how one conducts one's business

and what its aims might be.

Well, surely the aim of any business

is to make a profit.

Sit down.

Did you enjoy the pamphlet?

I found it a little one-sided.

Like the reports

which accused its subject of treason?

Would you happen to know who's responsible?

I don't concern myself with other people's affairs.

Are you quite sure of that?

Ned, I think we're wanted elsewhere.

What portion of "avoid confrontation"

was unclear to you?Apologies.

I could not resist.

Besides, ask yourself,

what really brings that man to Cornwall?

Who's this?

Uh, Charlie

and Jacob, my apprentices.

Good day to you, sirs.

Can we afford them?

No.

But they come every day, begging to learn,

and I can't ask 'em to work for naught.

Better here than down the mine.

Don't I know it.

I went below at nine, and I'd never wish such a fate

on any son of mine. Thank you.

Wedded bliss!

Are they not enough

to recommend the state?Not to me!

No disrespect, ma'am,

but I value my freedom,

little as it is.

Well, perhaps one day you'll meet a man

who'll change your mind.

The man does not exist.

Have you been showing Miss Hanson the sights

hereabouts?We visited Hendrawna.

And the holy well?

Now, that we cannot miss.

You know I don't hold with religion.

This is not religion. This is faith.

And magic.

I must go.

My father will be sending out a search for me.

Cecily, perhaps one more sight?

Is Sir George still resting?

We left him undisturbed, sir, as you instructed.

Nephew.

Where did you get that?

Oh, George, what are you doing?

How will that serve any of us?

It will serve me to be rid of that thief.

Put the pistol down, George.

Compose yourself, George.

What have I stolen?CARY: George...

She was never yours to begin with.

Never.CARY: George, it's me.

I pity you.CARY: Nephew, it's your uncle.

There it is.CARY: Listen to me.

I don't want your pity.CARY: Nephew...

I want you in hell!

That'll be the day.Just put the pistol down.

You were always an atrocious shot.CARY: It's me.

Mr. Ralph Hanson to see you, sir.

Uncle...

Sir George is not to leave this room.

Yes, sir.Uncle...

Did I hear a gunshot?What?

Ah, yes,

our gamekeeper.

You'll forgive me calling unannounced.

I'm in the district on business

and wondered if we might resume our negotiations

concerning our mutual interests in Honduras.

Oh, well, that might prove somewhat tricky.

Sir George has been called away

to the North of England.

When does he return?

Ah, well, there's no definite day.

These things take time, as you well know.

Well, time is of the essence,

if we're to purchase more slaves

and harvest our new territories.

Young Valentine.

Clumsy child.

Boy's getting out of hand.

I must go and reprimand him.

Allow me to show you out.

'Twas a right of way

till SirWarleggan fenced it off.

Could we not explore?

'Twas after all a Poldark house.

And may be again.

But for now...

no Poldark must set footin it.

Come on.

Clowance.

Flowers.

Folk ask,

how can God love us

when He let the harvest fail?

When mines close?

When children starve?

What more do the Lord require of us?

Patience.

Forbearance.

Fortitude.

Rum and gaff.

Jesus tells us, "As the Father loved me..."

He've no gratitude.

Everyone do know Captain Poldark

employs more than he needs

and pays more than he can afford.

Yes.

But is it enough?

Perhaps once, but now?

There've never been such scarcity.

Could more be done?

I'd say so, mistress.

Unless rich folk be happy

to see girls go sell themselves

down Truro Quay.

Is that their only choice?

Reckon so, ma'am.

We ain't all lucky enough to sell our body to our master

for the price of a wedding ring, mistress.

She'd no business to say that.

She's right.

I knew what I was doing

when I went to Ross's room that night.

He was an honorable man,

and I took advantage in his time of weakness.

I, too.

14 nights, I...

...nursed my master through the fever.

On the 15th night, he asked me to his bed,

and I went willingly.

Before you were his wife?

Mama, can I read to you?

Yes, if you like.

And me, Mama! Can I?

I'm the best. I'm better than Tommy.

He can't read a single word.

Why can't he, Mama?

I expect no one's taught him.

Why not?

Because they didn't think it mattered.

Where have you been?

Exploring.

I dislike the thought of you roaming

around the countryside.I meant the shops, Papa.

Ah. Truro is so quaint.

Well, make the most of it.

As soon as my business here is concluded,

we shall be returning to civilization.

What is that business, Papa?

When I deem it needful for you to know,

you will be informed.

I admire your patience.

To who?

Your rebellious housemaid.

Not only does she try to burn the house down...

Which she swears she did not.

But she resolutely declines to know her place.

And did I know my place,

when first I came?

She's as unlike you as it's possible to be.

And yes, you did.

Except for that night

when I came to your room.

I think if you had not,

I'd have come out and fetched you.

Lord, Ross,

what an urchin I was. Mmm.

I was fond of that urchin.

Imagine if she'd've remained as she was, though,

never learnt manners, to read, or write.

You could never have married her.

Because I cared if you could scrawl your own name?

I cared.

And now it seem to me

that the true difference betwixt commons and gentry

is simply that-- learning.

Because without it,

no one can rise above their station.

I have an idea.

We have nigh on 50 children

working above grass at Wheal Grace.

But Captain Poldark

has agreed to give 'em Saturday afternoon off--

with pay--

so they can learn reading and writing.

Children don't need schooling.

They need feeding.

The Lord say, "Man do not live by bread alone."

Will learning house and clothe a body?DEMELZA: Not yet.

But in the long run...Now!

Now is when we need it, not sometime next century!

Daughter!

How do you like our Cornish climate?

Better than London's, I can assure you.

Let him be.

He's not worth your attention.

I applaud your forbearance.

Well, I do not.

Such affronts should not be tolerated.

Do you think to challenge him to a duel?

I think I might challenge the entire county.

A gathering,

to which the great and the good of the county

will be summoned.

For the purpose?

Of broadening their narrow little minds.

I tell'd 'ee, 'twould fall on deaf ears.

And yet...

Forgive me.

How can they appreciate what they're missing

if they don't understand the benefits?

Why did you all learn to read?

So I could preach the Gospel of our Lord.

So I'd not disgrace myself in company.

So I wouldn't be sent away to school.

So I could write letters

to Miss Morwenna Chynoweth.

You see?

You all had cause to learn.

These people have none.

Or none that they can see.

My brother Tommy's thirsty.

Can he beg a cup of milk?

Of course.

Come in.

Come in.

Please.

Take a piece of cake.

Thank you.

Would you like to look at this picture book

while you eat your cake?

The evidence is there,

not mere prejudice or supposition,

but scientifically ratified

by men who are experts in the field.

The eminent Carl Linnaeus, do you know him?

Lady Whitworth brought him.

Apparently they share some business interests.

Divides the human species

into four distinct varieties.

At the top, naturally, is the Europaeus albus.

Fair, white,

blue-eyed, strong-minded,

rational, discerning.

Genteel, inventive, noble, pure.

And at the bottom?

Oh, your Africanus niger.

Small of brain, broad of skull...

My dears, how delightful to see you.

Crafty, cunning.

Come and meet some of our guests.

And incapable of understanding

anything other than brute force and simple instruction.

May I present our friends,

Colonel and Mrs. Despard?

Lady Whitworth.

Dr. Penrose.

KITTYDid I hear you correctly, sir?

I am cunning, witless, and in need of a beating?

Of course he speaks purely

from a scientific perspective.

My dear Lady Whitworth,

it's so comforting to feel superior,

is it not?

Especially when we have science

to back us up.

I can only apologize.

Caroline thought to invite all the local worthies,

but forgive me, I, I should have checked.

Please.

Don't distress yourself.

Our paths need not cross.

I'm sure she'll be eager to avoid me.

Ah, could it get any worse?

May I offer you a brandy?

Morwenna, I'm so glad you came.

DRAKE:Lord, they're as fearlessas you.

Am I fearless?

How else do a miner's brat rise to be a great lady?

Oh, I'm a great lady?

'Tis why Tess do envy 'ee.Tess, why bring she in?

Why, indeed?

Were it I, she'd not come within five mile of what I love.

But you seem blind to her malice.

Because I'd give her the benefit of the doubt?

I hope you'll not live to regret it.

Mr. Warleggan.

Is Sir George with you?

He's been called away to the North on business.

I trust he's well-armed-- I hear it is quite barbaric.

Do you know Dr. Penrose,

the incumbent head of the Cornwall infirmary?

I believe another candidate thrust himself forward.

But his eccentric views

will count against him.Views?

On lunacy, sir.

This individual espouses methods

which go against all proven treatments.

Proven, you say?

May I speak with Your Ladyship?

Would you excuse me?

Might I consult with you, sir,

on a private matter?

Lady Whitworth,

would you be so kind

as to tell me how John Conan is?

I see no reason to account to you

for the welfare of my grandson.

Begging your pardon, ma'am.

But as a mother,

if ever 'ee felt a mother's love,

or loss...

What harm can it do

to tell her what she longs to hear?

John Conan is a somewhat sickly child.

He has two tutors, a fencing master,

a riding instructor, and a personal physician.

He's being educated as befits a Whitworth-Godolphin,

and I am confident

he will surpass even the attainments

of his eminent father.

Your Ladyship is very kind.

May I ask...

Does he ever speak of me?

Your name is never mentioned.

It is best for all concerned

that both parties forget the other exists.

You may rely upon me, sir.

I am the soul of discretion.

CECILY:I wonder what business he's about now.

Hunting a suitable match for you?

Let's assist him.

What shall we look for in my future husband?

Obscene wealth?

A monstrous, grand estate?

An ancient family name?

Not forgetting utter stupidity.

For then he'll not notice

that I have a brain, where he does not.

But then, how could you respect him?

I could not.

In which case,

how could he expect me to be faithful?

Lord, what a terrifying creature you are.

RALPH:Does your friend not find Cornwall chilly

after the jungles of Honduras?

My friend has lived in England for some time, sir.

I think she's used to the climate.

She should make herself at home.

I believe her stay will be of some duration.

This is not my home, sir.

Nor my husband's.

Our home is the Bay,

and we intend to return there

with all possible speed.

I find that strange.

Here, you almost pass as civilized,

whereas there, you must always

be reminded of your savage origins.

My husband,

before he freed me,

bought me from a man named O'Hara.

O'Hara?

Your overseer.

My mother begged him to sell me.

Because she would not have you debauch me!

I was 12.

Is it not a slave's duty to perform as directed?

You should have been grateful for my notice.

As you should be grateful

that the first I hear of this

is in the house of my friends,

whose hospitality I will not abuse

by spilling your guts in full view of their guests.

Ned, Ned.

Our motto, Ned? Allow me.

Now you see why he was known as Mad Ned

in the Bay.

Known by whom?

His colleagues?

His workers? I think not.

Nor his secretary,

who's sadly no longer with us.

But of course, you knew that.

I?

I had no notion.

Now, why do I doubt that?

Indeed, why do I think you had a hand in his demise?

I assure you, I know nothing of such.

Well, if you do not,

who does?

Sir, you're standing on my foot.

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

How careless of me.

Ross!

Judas, what are you thinking?

Come away-- what's got into you?

This man had Bannantine killed.

Let me through, there's been an accident!

Accident!

Accident at Wheal Plenty!

A massive rockfall on the 30 level,

blocked main shaft.

Up to 20 miners missing, some of 'em children.

If the main shaft's blocked, what means of escape have they?

None.

Dear God!

Will the Warleggans attempt a rescue?

Has word been got to Sir George yet?

These will relieve

the melancholic congestion of the brain.

Blistering will draw out the noxious humors.

Bleeding will expunge the mephitic matter

rioting in the bloodstream.

And this decoction of Lachryma papaveris

will subdue the animal spirits

which have seized the patient in their grip.

From Wheal Plenty, sir.

Come to commiserate, 'ave 'ee?

My Arthur trapped below grass.

And you come to make excuses

for the sins of thy ilk?

What ilk?

Wheal Plenty's none of ours.

Difference do it make?

What care any mine owner about his slaves?

About my Arthur?

Well, you should know, Jacka,

since you worked for Ross long enough,

and know he'd never ask you to do aught he wouldn't do himself.

All mine owners should be taught a lesson.

If they lost they mine,

they'd soon lose they fancy living.

What'd that solve?

Would it not bring more misery?

Don't talk to me about misery till 'ee've lost a son.

Poor Arthur.

Bessie?

Why do we never go to the sea?

That'll be all for now, Carter.

Captain Poldark, sir.

What do you intend to do about Wheal Plenty?

Mine Captain Carter here has assessed the damage

and regrets that any attempt to clear the main shaft

will take at least three weeks.

Too late for any... survivors.

And the cost would be prohibitive.

In Sir George's absence, I have taken the decision

to close the mine.

Permanently?Permanently.

And the livelihoods of those who survived?

They may thank God they're still alive

to seek employ elsewhere.

This is the main shaft.

Here, I expect, is where the poor souls will have fallen.

This level peters out to the south.

Where did it lead before it petered out?

Comes out about here,

by the caves, just off Tregunna Cove.

Could we blast inwards?

Break through to the 30 level from here?

It'd take precision.

And we can't be sure

exactly how far we'd be

from the main shaft.

I've a fair idea.

And though it grieve me to say so,

'tis folly to even consider it.

Well, I say to hell with it.

Who's with me?

Have you any notion of the risks involved?

Judas, Ross, 'tis not even our mine.

So the attempt must be a secret.

We've no right to interfere, and if the Warleggans get word,

they will doubtless sue us for trespass.

And meanwhile, I'm supposed to look

Morwenna and Caroline in the face and... pretend

you've all gone fishing?Excellent idea.

Ross, I despair of you!My love,

if it were Jeremy trapped below,

would you not be begging me to bring him home?

Yes, I'd be begging you.

Just promise me you won't let Drake and Sam take any risks.

I intend to leave all the risk to Ned.

For a man of Sir George's stubbornness,

conventional treatments are of no effect.

A more robust approach is thus required.

Who knows these caves?

ZACKY:I-- nearest point to the tunnel's through here.

Do we go after 'em?

There's no point.

Just leave it to the colonel.

You'd like to see some books.

And perhaps a piece of cake?

Yeah?

Fuse lit!

Take cover!

Right, lads, no time to lose-- follow me.

Where's my Tommy?

I want him home!

He wants to learn to read.

I've lost one son to greedy mine-owners.

I won't lose another

to high-faluting nonsense!Jacka!

Until children are taught their letters,

they'll have no choice

but to risk their lives down the mine.

Is that what you want for your child?

Don't 'ee tell me what's best for my child!

Something's happening at Wheal Plenty.

Come on!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We must cross that first.

My boy-- help him.

Grieve me to say it, Ross,

but this'll never reach 'em before the roof come down.

Let's not waste time chattering.

Clear the way!

Ned! Ned!

Ross, he knew the risk.

Stand aside.Consider a moment!

Ross!

Next time you find me dying on the battlefield,

walk on.

I could've managed it myself,

but I had to find some way to get you to cross.

Make haste! Are any alive?

Yes.

We need to find something

to bridge the gap.

I want to speak to Papa!

"Demand the mine owners take steps to effect a rescue"?

These people!

Rescue be damned.

They alive?

Some of them.

It's a miracle any survived.

TESS:Arthur?

It's Jeremy Rogers.

Billy Nanfan.

Keep them props steady.

Come on, boy, we got you.

All right.

Pull there.

Send it back.

KITTY:Bring him here, lay him down.

It's Robby Kernow.Fetch water!

You're safe now, child.

Make way.

Are you in pain?

Can you tell me where it hurts?

You're safe.

Dead or alive?

Alive, I think.

Is it Arthur?

Is it my Arthur?

Is he dead?

Tell me, is he dead?

He's breathing.

Oh.

Easy, son.

What happened?Well...

Uh, we might have been to Wheal Plenty,

formed a rescue party to see if there was aught to be done.

And was there?

14 brought out alive.

And you didn't tell me you were going.

Well, would 'ee have let me?

Have 'ee looked outdoors lately?

This is inhuman.

As is the patient.

A lunatic, you see, has lost all reason,

which is the essence of his humanity.

His unchained animality can only be mastered

by discipline and brutalizing.

I swear, I could sleep for a week.

Now, where's your backbone, man?

Kitty, Demelza.

Vittles and rum.

DEMELZA:Why not?

Look at that, a roaring fire.

Forgive me if I don't share the general euphoria.

You mislike Ned?

Oh, on the contrary, I admire him.

I agree with everything he stands for, but...

But what happened today was an act of pure folly.

Yes, it turned out well, thanks to Ross,

but it could have ended in utter catastrophe.

Will you say this to Ross?

He's not ready to hear it.

In America, Ned was a hero, or so I thought.

But I begin to view his brand of recklessness

as more akin to madness.

That's what I told him.

CECILY:I wish I'd known, I would've helped.

I'm glad you did not.

There was loss of life.

You think I've not seen death?

My mother nursed dying slaves.

Unbeknown to my father.

She sounds remarkable.

She was.

As is her daughter.

Good afternoon...

CECILY:What is that child doing out alone?

That's my brother.

Valentine.

Geoffrey Charles.

I come to offer congratulations.

14 souls saved at Wheal Plenty.

Oh, ah, um, well...

Another master stroke.

And Cecily, being a sentimental soul,

will warm to Sir George

if she believes it was his idea.

Which... of course it was.

All right, now, pick a hand. Not that one.

Ah.

I hope you don't mind.

We found him in the village, unattended.

Valentine.Morwenna.

You must find it rather dull,

being there by yourself.Very dull.

Well...

Jeremy, Clowance.

Come.

Here's two friends you can play with.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, too.

Good boy.

Ned's doing tricks.

Since Miss Hanson

is with you in Truro...

The moment Sir George returns,

we will move matters forward with all possible speed.

♪ I'd hold a finger to my tongue ♪

♪ I'd hold a finger waiting ♪

♪ My heart is sore

♪ Until it joins in song

♪ With your heart mating.

Hmm.

Why did you do that?

I thought you were about to fall.

Would it matter?

I wonder,

would you allow me to accompany you

back to Trenwith?

Would you excuse me a moment?

Lucy, away.

May I ask

how Sir George came by these injuries?

They're not injuries, sir.

They are the result of prescribed interventions

for his condition.Which is?

Call yourself an expert on mental conditions?

Sir George is quite clearly in the grip of animal spirits.

What other interventions has he suffered?

My nephew has been frozen, burnt, blistered,

drowned, and shackled.

And you permit this?

My concern was to have

my nephew cured as quickly as possible

and keep his illness a secret.

Sir George is clearly suffering

from the acute distress of losing a beloved wife.

He requires kindness and patience.

The only lunatic in this room is there.

For the sake of your nephew,

I beg you, dispense with this brute.

His methods will induce madness, not cure it.

Come on, you two, time for bed.

Ross.Hmm?

The child needs to go home.I'll take him.

Good night, Papa.

I'll keep you company.

After all, Trenwith is my house.

And if George objects, I'll...I'll come, too.

I'd like to see your monstrous, grand estate.

Well, I, uh, don't wish to keep you.

It's almost

as if you were trying to get rid of me.

The very idea.

Look who brought me home.

Home?

From where? Where have you been?

He was found wandering alone

in Sawle village.

Did no one realize he was missing?

Do you think she would have liked me?

I think she would have found you...

Unruly?

Unladylike?

A little.

But she loved me.

And would have made it her business

to love anyone I...

admire.

Think highly of.

Does George not care

about the welfare of his son? SirGeorge is away

in the North of England.

No, he isn't!

He's upstairs, I've seen him!

Good evening.

Papa!

I was not expecting...

No.

I see that.

I must congratulate you, sir, on the daring rescue

at Wheal Plenty.

Sir George has written,

offering the use

of our town house in Truro

for the duration of your stay.

Well, that's very generousof him.

But Cecily and I will be traveling to Bristol,

where I have business.

Oh, must we?

Since Sir George

is in such a benevolent mood,

perhaps he'd care to fund

his stepson's first year at military academy.

Oh, uh, well, I, uh...

Since he can well afford it.

To whom should the note be made payable?

Did Ross ever tell you of James Creek?

Where he got his scar?

He never mentions it.

Ned does.

The skirmishes they fought,

the ambushes they plotted,

how they egged each other on,

how they came to think of themselves as invincible.

Do you wonder why it took me so long to come to you?

Do you think I didn't look

for a less impetuous man to champion my husband?

But none stepped forth,so...

I took his offer gratefully.

So I know what it is you fear.

That apart, they can be restrained or reasoned with.

But set 'em together, and one of these days...

They'll bring the whole world down upon their heads.

Consider this a loan.

Convey our gratitude to Sir George.

Geoffrey Charles!

Will you come again,brother?

Gladly.

May I visit you again?

If you like.

Is it my fault that Bannantine died?

If I'd never given out those pamphlets...

My love,

neither of us could have known what we were dealing with.

Wickham...

When he bid you report on Ned,

what matter of act did he mean?

Openly treasonable?

Or random acts,

as might betray a reckless

or unbiddable nature?

Such as happened today at the mine

and Killewarren?

That in itself could not be construed as seditious.

But it does concern me

how volatile and impetuous Ned is.

Whereas you are the soul of restraint.

But Wickham need not know.

If you do not tell him.

He'll not hear it from me.

But from someone else, he might.