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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.