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Selfish...! Stop! Who are you? What are you doing in here? Sorry...

Get her out of here.

This house must cost £30 a year

and there's not much coming in, from what I've heard.

People are talking...?

It's not usual for clergymen to leave their parish,

travel hundreds of miles, as if to escape something.

Come in, Margaret.

Meet my new friend and first proper pupil, Mr Thornton.

'I wish I could tell you, Edith,

'how much I long for home.'

Mr Hale is a gentleman. His daughter is an accomplished young lady.

Soon, the bosses'll be telling us they can't make our pay...

Would it were five years ago!

I'll not be able to live

on five shillings' strike pay from the union.

My children - they'll starve.

It's a war. And we masters have to win it or go under.

THEY LAUGH

Look out, here's Your Majesty.

She can smell it when you're not working. You!

Is the machine mended?

Yeah. Then, use it. Cos there's many to take your place.

SOBBING

The child is ill. Send her home.

I can't afford to.

The child cannot work.

Is there another child at home?

If you can get her here within the hour, you can keep the place.

(Thank you.)

Within the hour, mind.

Or lose it.

Whatever you think best, Mother.

You know how this mill works almost better than I do.

'You asked me what I miss most about the countryside.

'Well, Edith, in Milton you cannot feel the seasons change around you.

'But I do think that, at long last, we've put winter behind us,

'and I can resume my daily walks.'

I don't know why you're blaming me. If you get it wrong, we all suffer.

He wanted 5%. Would YOU have given it them?

No. But I would have told them straight.

I wouldn't pretend I were thinking about it

and told them to come back on pay day

so I could turn them down.

Are you accusing me of trying to encourage a strike?

He told me it wouldn't have suited you.

It's their lives and our livelihood you're playing with.

And you think that your work is better?

I would not deliberately deceive them.

Here is the address of our doctor.

You did not need to visit in person. We could have sent a servant.

You've been in this heathen climate for some time now, Miss Hale.

I'm surprised you haven't needed a doctor yet.

We don't. I came here personally

because I didn't want to alarm my father.

It's just a precaution.

In case. My mother has low spirits.

Really?

We don't have much of that up here.

I'm sure Dr Donaldson will try to help if he can.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

You did not disturb me.

But even you, not remotely interested in industry,

might know that there is talk of a strike.

Not just here at Marlborough Mills,

but one that will affect the whole of Milton.

What would they gain by striking? They'll be wanting higher wages...?

That is what they will say.

The truth is...

..that there are some men raise themselves to be masters,

while others will always seek to pull them down.

That is the way of the world, Miss Hale.

And there is nothing you or I can do about it.

Hello, Miss Margaret! Been visiting the old dragon?

Hello, Jenny. How's your mother? A little better, Miss.

Do you like working here? LIKE it?

Like work? It's the same as anywhere.

Well, it's better than Hamper's.

I earn five and ten here, but my dad makes me give him most of it.

What would you spend it on, if you could?

Food and then more food -

I'd pile it up on great big plates.

So would you join a strike?

I'm not saying there WILL be one... just, if there was...

Your mother has kindly given me the name of a doctor.

You're ill? No.

No, it's just a precaution.

Your mother is always accusing me

of knowing nothing about Milton and the people who live here.

I doubt she meant you should listen to young spinners.

They weren't telling me any secrets.

There was a surveyor here a few weeks ago - quite the new thing.

They've become practised at telling others their wages and conditions.

Do you mind that - if they tell the truth? Course not.

I don't apologise about the wages I pay or how I run Marlborough Mills.

It's no secret.

What about how they spend their money?

That would be none of my business.

My duty is to the efficient running of the mill.

If I neglect that, the workers won't have an income.

What about your moral duty? If she keeps to her hours

and does nothing to disrupt the working of the mill,

what she does in her own time is not my concern.

Here in the north, we value our independence.

But surely you must take an interest.

I'm her employer, I'm not her father or brother

that can command her to do as I please.

Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Hale.

I would like to play the overbearing master.

I'll answer your questions as honestly as you ask them.

If you'll excuse me, I've urgent business.

And all the time, she's looking down on us,

like a great, black, angry crow guarding the nest!

As if I'd consider her son as a suitor!

Don't say you haven't thought about it!

Mind you, you'd have to get smarter clothes

if you want to mix with them at Marlborough Mills! Thank you!

These were new last year! You won't stand a chance -

there's loads of girls after him!

They're welcome to him, with my good wishes.

I can say this - if I ever have a son,

I'll not hang on to him like she does.

Well, I'll never be having children of any sort,

so that won't be a problem.

SHE COUGHS AND WHEEZES

Bessie? Is it really so bad?

Fluff on my lungs. Won't go away, however much I cough.

At least I won't grow too old and ugly.

There is that. This happened at Marlborough Mills?

No.

No.

Must have happened when I were little.

We didn't know of these things then. We all had to work.

When Father found out, he moved me straightaway to Thornton's.

He loves you very much, doesn't he?

Yes.

Fathers and daughters...

Mothers and sons...

So maybe we shouldn't be too hard on old Battleaxe Thornton!

Maybe your mother would be the same if she had a son.

She does. Have a son.

I have a brother.

Why didn't you say so before?

Because we don't talk about him.

Come on - I could do with a good story.

I cried when Fred left home.

So did Mother. But he was desperate to go to sea.

Father thought it would be the making of him.

He left full of hope.

But that was before he sailed with the captain.

He was a monster.

Once they set sail, the captain did whatever he liked.

He beat the children. Couldn't they do anything?

They tried. Frederick and the others stood up to him.

Some of them wanted to kill him.

Eventually, they put the captain and a few of his officers in a boat

and let it loose on the open sea.

The Navy called it a mutiny,

but Frederick really had no choice.

He was branded the ringleader and called a traitor.

Eventually the Navy printed a list of the mutineers.

Fred's name was among them.

It nearly killed my parents.

He was in South America for a few years.

Now he lives in Spain, in Cadiz. Spain!

How romantic.

Sometimes I think I'll never see him again.

But if it could be told how he were put upon,

how he defended others against that madman,

surely the law would spare him.

Some of the sailors were caught. They pleaded their case.

Captain Reid was clearly insane, but they were hanged anyway.

No, Frederick's safe in Spain.

If he comes home, he'll be condemned to death, I'm sure.

I suppose you can take comfort

that he was so brave

and acted to spare those sailors weaker than himself. Yes, I do.

But I confess that sometimes I wish he'd been more of a coward,

that my mother might see him once more.

Preparations already?

If we're going to entertain, we must do it properly.

You're not regretting the invitations, are you? No.

Spend what you will.

But it may be the last dinner party we have for some time.

So, who's on the list?

Slicksons, of course,

Fosters... Browns will decline, but we must accept them all the same.

Hales will come, I presume? They are probably aware

of the very great advantage it would be to Mr Hale

to be introduced to people like the Fosters.

I'm sure that motive will not influence them.

How you seem to understand these Hales.

Do you really think they're so different from other people we meet?

He seems a worthy kind of man...

Rather too simple for trade.

She's a bit of a fine lady

with all her low spirits.

As for the daughter, she gives herself heirs

and yet they're not rich and they never have been.

She's not accomplished, she can't play the piano...

What else does she lack to bring her up to your standard?

I heard Miss Hale say

she could not play myself.

If you would let us alone, we might perhaps see her merit, and like her.

I'm sure I never could.

SHE MOUTHS

I wish you would try to like Miss Hale, Mother.

Why? You've not formed an attachment to her, have you?

Mind you,

she'd never have you.

She once laughed in my face at the thought of it - I'm sure she did.

She would never have me.

She's too good an opinion of herself to take you.

I should like to know where she'd find anyone better.

You can both believe me, then,

when I say this out of complete indifference to Miss Hale.

Mr Hale is my friend, she's his only daughter.

I wish you'd both befriend her.

I wish I knew why you talked about her quite so much.

I'm tired of it.

What would you like us to talk about?

How about a strike for a more pleasant topic?

Now, listen!

The men up at Hamper's have been told not to expect a rise.

What about Slickson's? They'll tell us Friday.

So, what do you reckon?

ALL: Strike!

I thought so.

Now's the time.

We will all stop our machines at the end of the day Friday,

ten minutes before time,

and no-one - NO-ONE - will start them up!

At the back... What if Slickson decides

to offer to do anything to keep his mill working

at the advantage of others? Then you still come out.

Remember, if we all refuse to work,

we are the strong ones!

How long do you think the masters will last out if we're all together?

Two weeks at most. What if they send in for hands from Ireland?

He'd die before being dictated to.

I'll take him down if he gives me half a chance,

and any Irishman who takes our wages!

Listen! No!

No violence!

The masters expect us to behave like animals.

We will show them we are thinking men.

We will not be out-thought.

The only enemy of the strike is ourselves.

We must manage this strike well.

Not like five years ago,

when half of us went back to work before the others.

Is that understood?

This is it. We keep together.

Friday evening it is!

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

CHANTING CONTINUES

Are the hands about to turn out?

They're waiting till I have to turn down their wage demands.

Are there many orders in hand?

Course. And they know that well enough.

The Americans are flooding the market.

Our only chance is producing at a lower price, and faster.

But the faster we fill the orders,

the longer it takes for us to be paid for them.

How much are we owed?

The debt to the bank is nearly £400.

The men are less patient.

They've barely made a pay since the last cut. Why don't they listen?

They think that just by putting their ignorant heads together,

they'll get their way.

Don't worry. It's a young industry.

These problems will iron themselves out.

We're not yet in the position of selling up.

Can't you get men from Ireland?

You can get rid of strikers. I would.

I'd teach them I was master and could employ who I like.

Yes, I can.

And I will if the strike lasts.

There'll be trouble and expense

but I will do it, rather than give in.

If there is to be this extra expense,

I'm sorry we're giving the dinner this year.

We should go on as before.

No more, no less.

Mother, surely one of these would do for the Thorntons?

Excuse me.

Ah, and this is Margaret! Of course.

The last I saw you, you were eight years old,

running around with your brother.

Oh, Mr Bell. Of course.

How do you do?

Hale, I thought she would grow into a handsome young woman,

but this goddess I never imagined!

Come, come! Margaret will not understand your humour.

Oh! No offence, my dear. Of course not.

I'm pleased you've come to visit at last.

All this talk of strikes, I thought I should check with my banker

whether I should sell my property.

Surely not.

We're not even certain there'll be a strike, are we? I don't know.

Seems the masters and workers will never see eye to eye.

In my teaching capacity, I meet many a working man.

They have some dreadful tales, and speak from the heart

and have arguments for the strike, which appear to be entirely logical.

They suffered a pay cut, five years ago,

and have never got back to those wages.

And the price of food goes up all the time.

But then our friend Thornton comes to read.

And he answers my questions,

and puts the other side so eloquently...

I truly don't know what to think.

I'm sure Mr Thornton does put his own view very eloquently.

I'm surprised the Thorntons are having a dinner

with trouble looming.

Oh, the Thorntons have an annual dinner

on exactly the same date every year.

Time nor tide stops for Mrs Thornton's dinners.

She does not turn back for any man. Oh, that is very true.

Margaret's also made friends amongst the workers. Really?

Extraordinary girl.

They've said no. They were expecting it.

MACHINERY SLOWS THEN STOPS

LOUD HISS

'I'm sorry to have taken so long to reply to your last letter,

'when you were asking what colour would suit the baby best.

'I do so long to see him.

'I'm sure he'll look splendid in whatever you choose.

'I've been very busy.

'It's strange, for the rest of Milton is not at work.

'The mills have been dark for some weeks,

'and the streets are strangely quiet.

'People try to scrape what living they can.

'But all around there is desperation.

'Both workers and masters are holding fast to their positions.

'Neither will give way.

'And no-one can say how long the strike will last.'

No! My wife, no! She's sinking away!

She can't stand sight of her little ones starving!

She'd be dead before we get our 5%!

I hate you!

You and the whole pack, union said it'd take two weeks!

Two weeks, you said! It's been twice as long as that!

And my little ones are lying in their beds too hungry to cry!

Don't...

I said I would take care of you... HE SLAMS COINS DOWN

..and I pledge my heart and soul that we will win.

You expect a man to watch his children starve

than go against the union?

CHILD CRIES

You've no more pity for a man than a pack of hungry wolves.

< HE LEAVES

'We do what little we can.

'I feel guilty... that we do not grow hungry,

'and helpless in the face of so much suffering.'

She's a bit down in the mouth today.

The strike's been going on too long... Do you blame me?

What about the Bouchers? I left a basket outside the door.

He's got less spirit than Father and more mouths to feed.

The master'll try anything to get them back.

How are you going to stop them going to work while you stay out?

We'll be persuasive!

Where I came from, in the south, if the field labourers strike,

the seed would not be sown and there'd be no harvest. So?

What would become of the farms?

The farmers would have to give them up.

Or maybe they could pay a fair wage for once.

But suppose they couldn't, even if they wished to?

Then they'd have no corn to sell and no wages to pay the next year!

I don't know about the south!

I've heard they're a lot of unspirited, downtrodden men.

SHE COUGHS AND WHEEZES

I'm sure I'm very ignorant. But surely not all the masters

would hold pay with no reason? You're a foreigner!

You know nothing! And to hell with Thorntons,

Slicksons, Hampers... To hell with the lot of them!

Is Mr Thornton really as bad as the rest?

He's a fighter - as fierce as a bulldog.

He's better looking, surely, than a bulldog.

He'll stick to his word like a dog, I'll give him that.

He's worth fighting with. It's the best I'll say for him.

I'll not argue with you, miss.

See you later, Liz.

He doesn't mean to shout. They're all nerves at the minute.

Where's he going? Golden Dragon.

He has a pint pot to calm himself sometimes.

He talks so certain. He's worried about keeping the strike together.

There's a lot of men,

and not all of them the same discipline as Father.

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

Ah, Mrs Thornton.

I hope it is silent enough for you tonight, Mr Hale.

The men have been gracious enough to turn out for the last month,

so all is quiet for our dinner party.

I'm sorry that your mother is ill. It's nothing serious, I'm sure.

She's just a little tired.

I wonder if she might like to try the water mattress.

It's the very latest thing - a mattress that fills with water.

Gives great comfort to the back.

Have you been ill, Miss Thornton? Oh, no, no. I am very delicate.

I send off for the latest inventions, just in case.

Mother doesn't approve.

Ah, Thornton, good evening! >

Slickson. Good evening. THEY CHATTER

Thornton. I took the liberty of inviting myself,

knowing your mother's hospitality. Worrying about Marlborough Mills?

We'll ride out the strike, just as we always have.

I've always had faith in you, but this situation...

Nothing I can't handle. No, of course not.

Thornton knows everything in matters of business.

He has my confidence. Thornton.

You know Miss Latimer?

Thornton... Who's that fine young lady?

See - I am learning Milton ways, Mr Thornton.

I'm sorry your mother was unable to join us.

Thornton, I must speak with you.

Excuse me.

Have you left word at the barracks? It's been done.

Men on horseback, armed men... All arrangements have been made.

If they hear you are planning to break the strike

by bringing Irish workers...

I'll take the risk for myself! You may not join in.

I can and will protect myself and my workers from any violence!

I sincerely hope so.

Well, really, Thornton is most ungallant this evening,

leaving the most glorious woman in the room

to talk to that slimy eel Slickson.

Now, then, who can we introduce you to?

Come with me.

I hear Arnold is moving lock, stock and barrel to America.

America? I'll be damned!

That's what I'd like to do - pack up and leave!

Damn strikers would have no work at all then!

Well, they have no work at the moment.

There IS work! They choose not to do it!

Thornton... What do you think?

Oh, I think our Mr Bell is up to his old tricks.

Playing with words at the expense of us simpler fellows.

But it's a serious question.

I don't want to manufacture in another country,

but it's logical for others to try

if they can't make enough profit here. What do you think, Miss Hale?

Surely you don't condone the strikers. Well, no. Oh, and yes.

It is surely good to see both sides of a question.

Mrs Arthur saw you taking a basket to the Princeton district

the other afternoon.

PEOPLE MURMUR, CUTLERY CLATTERS

Well, I have a good friend in Princeton.

Her name is Bessy Higgins. Higgins?!

Ain't they one of your union leaders, Hamper? Yeah.

He's a terrific firebrand. A dangerous man.

I'm surprised, Miss Hale, that you keep such company.

Bessie is my friend. Nicholas is a... Nicholas?!

She's on first name terms. PEOPLE GASP

Mr Higgins has been made a little wild by circumstances.

But he speaks from his heart, I'm sure.

Well, if he's so determined, I'm surprised he'll accept charity.

Well, he doesn't for himself.

The basket was for a man whose six children are starving.

Ah, well... Then he knows what to do.

Go back to work. PEOPLE MURMUR

I believe this poor starving fellow works at Marlborough Mills,

doesn't he, Margaret?

You do the man, whoever he is, more harm than good with your basket.

Well, Duke would say the longer you support the strikers

the more you prolong the strike. That is not kindness.

They will be defeated, but it will take longer.

Their pain will be prolonged. MEN CHATTER AND APPLAUD

But surely, to give a dying baby food

is not just a question of logic! Mrs Thornton, um...

I really must congratulate you on these

magnificent, um...table settings.

I don't believe I've seen finer table decorations,

even in the grandest gatherings in Harley Street.

Not all masters are the same, Mr Bell. You do us an injustice

to always think we're all up to some underhand scheme or other.

PEOPLE CHATTER

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

MR HALE: Do come in. Maria may still be up.

Margaret? >

Who was that, Dixon?

Who? The man I saw leaving the house.

What man? Dixon...

It was the doctor - Dr Donaldson. Mother?

He's just making his usual visit. His usual visit?

How long has he been coming here?

Margaret?

Why are you hiding over there?

Oh... Come now. What's this?

Dixon told you, didn't she?

She promised she wouldn't. I made her.

It was Dixon who said that you shouldn't be told.

What does Dixon know?

She's a servant! I'm your daughter!

Shh! I don't want your father to hear.

Don't be angry with Dixon.

She loves me.

No... I'll try not to.

I keep thinking about Helston.

How I used to complain about it sometimes and want to leave.

And now, I'll never see it again.

That's my punishment!

And, Margaret...

..I can't stop thinking about Frederick.

I'll never see him again either!

SHE SOBS Oh, Margaret, it's so hard!

SOBBING CONTINUES

Hey... Shh! Shh! Shh!

Oh, dear, dear, dear. Shh. SOBBING

Well, now, miss. You would know!

And now you'll fret before you need to!

You'll likely tell the master, too,

then I'll have the whole house to deal with. No, I won't tell Father.

I can bear it better than him. So I see.

I've known for some time now about how ill she is.

Though I don't pretend to love her as you do...

I've loved her better than anyone else in the whole world.

I'll never forget the first time I saw her.

The young Miss Beresford.

I broke a needle into my finger, I was so nervous.

Then she bound my hand with her own handkerchief.

And then... when she returned from the ball...

..she remembered to look in on me.

She changed the handkerchief for another one.

She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Or seen since.

Now, miss... Best get to bed.

You're going to need a clear mind in the morning.

Um...

I'm sorry I get cross with you, Dixon.

Oh... Bless you. I like a bit of spirit.

When you're all fired up, you remind me of Master Frederick.

That is a welcome sight.

< Are you taking us to the factory in the morning, sir?

That's the lot for tonight, Mr Thornton.

We can't risk bringing any more in before daylight.

Oh, it's you, miss.

Did you see anyone in the street? No. That's very odd, isn't it?

Where is everyone? I think we'll know soon enough.

Best get inside the house, miss. And bolt the door behind you.

Mama will be here in a moment. She asked me to apologise.

Did I see faces in the mill?

My brother has imported hands from Ireland.

They're huddled up in the top room.

What are they doing there?! Well, they're frightened.

The strikers have frightened them

so that they don't dare work and we don't dare let them out!

Poor wretches. Mama is seeing to their food,

and Johnny's trying to calm them down.

Some of the women are... wailing and begging to go back home!

Ah, here's Mama.

Excuse, Mrs Thornton. I'm sorry to bother you at such a time.

My mother... Fanny mentioned you had a water mattress that we may borrow.

I'm sorry. I thought... PEOPLE ROAR IN THE DISTANCE >

MEN SHOUT

Push it down!

They're coming! They're coming! They'll kill us all!

Fanny! Shh! FANNY WAILS

Keep her here at the back of the house, Mother!

How soon can the soldiers be here?

Try to stop her panicking!

Miss Hale?

Miss Hale? I'm sorry you have visited us

at this unfortunate moment.

WOOD CRACKS

CROWD ROARS They're in there somewhere! Go on!

Go on, lads! Find them!

Get the Irish!

Oh, my God! They're going for the mill door!

Get the Irish out!

Oh, no! It's Boucher!

We know where you are!

Let them yell! Keep them encouraged for a few minutes longer, Miss Hale!

I'm not afraid! Well, can't you pacify them?!

The soldiers will make them see reason. Reason...?

What kind of reason?

Mr Thornton, go down this instant and face them like a man!

Speak to them as if they were human beings!

They're mad with hunger! Their children are starving!

They don't know what they're doing! Go and save your innocent Irishmen!

SHOUTING CONTINUES

Mr Thornton, take care!

In God's name, stop! Think of what you're doing!

He is only one man and you're many! Go home - the soldiers are coming!

Go in peace. You shall have... Will you send the Irish home?!

NEVER!

Go inside! This is not your place!

They will not hurt a woman! Go inside or I will take you...

Agh!

Are you satisfied?

You came here for me, so kill me if that's what you want!

WHISTLE BLOWS, HORSES WHINNY

PEOPLE YELL

Get out!

Is she dead?! No, Miss Fanny. She's breathing, but she looks bad.

Oh, where is Mother?! We need a doctor!

She had to get through rioters. She was the only one brave enough to go!

Did you see, miss? What?

Miss Hale - what happened down below.

Did you not see Miss Hale clinging to the master?

No?!

Did all the servants see?!

We had a good enough view from top window.

Mama's sure she set her mind on John! This proves it!

Oh! Quick, Jane! Fetch some water!

There, there, Miss Hale. You lie quietly.

Mother's gone for the doctor. He will be here soon.

I don't need a doctor.

I must go home. No! You can't!

Mother, thank goodness you're back. Is she worse? No, I'm quite well.

I want to go home.

Hmm...looks worse than it is.

You've had quite a blow, young lady.

You'd better rest here a while. No. You know my mother is unwell.

She must not be alarmed.

If she hears of this... I will go now.

Surely not, Doctor? I think she must be allowed to do as she will.

I'll take her in the carriage - see she reaches home safely.

The streets are still very noisy.

Very well.

LOUD WHISTLES SCREAM

This way!

LOUD WHISTLES CONTINUE TO SCREAM

Mr Thornton?

Don't worry, sir, we'll catch the ringleaders.

(Thornton's come up smiling again.

(Those hoodlums have broken the strike.)

(Didn't even have to use his Irishmen.)

Margaret, is that you?

Y-Yes, Mother.

I-I'll be in soon.

I must wash. The streets are very dusty today.

Where is Miss Hale?

She has gone home.

Gone home? That is not possible.

Really, John, she was quite well.

Mother, she took a terrible blow. What were you thinking of?

Everything was done properly. Dr Donaldson was called.

In fact, I went for him myself,

as no-one else seemed to have a mind to go.

Thank you, Mother. The streets were dangerous, you shouldn't...

I'm sure it's not possible to keep such a... headstrong young woman

anywhere she doesn't care to be.

She's such a reckless young woman.

Jane, have you nothing to be getting on with? Miss Fanny, sir, she's...

I was so scared! I almost fainted!

I thought they'd break down the door and murder us all!

Oh, Fanny, don't be so ridiculous. You were in no danger.

Where are you going?

To see if Miss Hale is well.

I sent her home in a carriage with Dr Donaldson.

Everything was done properly. ..John!

I'm asking you not to go.

I...I hear there's been...some violence up at Marlborough Mills.

I do hope there's not too much damage.

There's a young lady wants Miss Margaret.

I told her to go, but she's very distressed. Said her name's Mary.

Sorry, Miss, I didn't know what to do. Bessy's been took so very ill.

BESSY BREATHES HEAVILY

BESSY COUGHS

BESSY CHOKES AND CONTINUES TO COUGH

You're still up.

I thought you'd be exhausted. Why should I be?

Where have you been?

Just walking.

Where have you been walking?

I promised you I would not go over there, and I did not.

But?

But...

Mother, you know I will have to go there tomorrow

and you know what I will have to say. Yes.

You could hardly do otherwise.

What do you mean?

I mean that you were bound in honour...

and she has shown her feelings for all the world to see.

Her feelings?

She rushed out in front of an angry mob and saved you from danger...

or are you telling me that I imagined that?

Do you think none of the servants saw her(?)

Do you think it's not become the tittle-tattle of Milton(?)

She did save me.

But, Mother...I daren't believe such a woman could care for me.

Don't be so foolish.

What more proof do you need that she should act in such a shameless way?

I'm sure she will take you from me.

That is why I didn't want you to go and see her today.

I wanted one last evening of being the first in your affections.

I'll have to change the initials on our linen.

They will bear her name now - hers and yours.

I know she does not care for me.

But I can't remain silent, I must ask her.

Don't be afraid, John.

She has admitted it to the world.

I might even learn to like her for it.

It must've taken a great deal to overcome her pride.

"Dear Margaret, if only Uncle would bring you all home,

"you wouldn't need to witness such suffering.

"As for feeling guilty, Margaret,

"surely you can have nothing to reproach yourself for.

"After all, the workers chose to go on strike

"and I'm sure you've done your best to help.

"Even when we were little girls, you always did the right thing."

I'll not notice the colour of this fruit.

Miss Hale, I'm afraid I was very ungrateful yesterday.

You've nothing to be grateful for. I think that I do.

I did only the least that anyone would have.

That can't be true.

I was, after all, responsible for placing you in danger.

I would have done the same for any man there. Any man?

So you think I got what I deserved? Of course not.

But they were desperate.

I know if you were to talk...

I forgot - you imagine them to be your friends.

But if you were to be reasonable...

Me? Are you saying that I'm unreasonable?

If you would talk with them and not set the soldiers on them, I know...

They will get what they deserve.

Miss Hale, I didn't just come here to thank you.

I came because...

I think it very likely...

I know I've never found myself in this position before...

It's difficult to find the words.

Miss Hale, my feelings for you are very strong... Please...stop.

Will you please don't go any further? Excuse me?

Please don't continue in that way.

It's not the way of a gentleman.

I'm well aware that, in your eyes at least, I'm not a gentleman,

but I deserve to know why I'm offensive.

It offends me that you should speak to me

as if it were your duty to rescue my reputation!

I spoke to you about my feelings because I love you.

I had no thought for your reputation!

You think that because you are rich

and my father is in reduced circumstances

that you can have me for your possession?

I should expect no less from someone in trade!

I don't want to possess you! I wish to marry you because I love you!

You shouldn't, because I do not like you... and never have.

One minute we talk of the colour of fruit... the next of love...

How does that happen?

My friend...Bessy Higgins...

is dying. And, of course, it's my fault too(!)

I'm sorry. For what?

That you find my feelings for you offensive?

Or that you assume because I'm in trade,

I'm only capable of thinking in terms of buying and selling?

Or that I take pleasure in sending my employees to an early grave?

No. No, of course not.

I'm...I'm sorry to be so blunt.

I've not learnt how to...

how to refuse...

how to respond when a man talks to me as you just have.

Oh, there are others?

This happens to you every day?

Of course. You must have to disappoint

so many men that offer you their heart.

Please understand, Mr Thornton...

I do understand!

I understand you completely.