01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

- I can't stay here...
- Clara. Please.

- [Clara gasps]
- [Frederick] No, no, no, no.

If you could step outside
for a moment, Your Lordship?

[Davison] I believe I know
what you're thinking, sir,

But it was an accident.

It turns out that this
chivalrous clergyman

is your brother, Lord Trenchard.

I didn't realize
James lives so close by.

My brother supplanted me
in my father's affections.

From the day he was born,
he turned my father against me.

I hope I'll meet him soon.
You like him, I think?

I like everything about him.

How is our poor girl?

[James] She can't
stay here indefinitely.

Propriety forbids it.

You know, it really would help
if you could tell me your name.

Nell.

We have our first miracle.

No one will ever hear
a single word

about your past from me.

I received a note
from Lord Trenchard.

A business proposition.

He has no need to make money.

I want something
on a larger scale.

It takes only


to convert five tons of iron
into steel.

Might the proposal
be of interest to you?

Clara--she is not
an ordinary girl.

You should trust her.

[Mrs. Enright] They seem happy,

especially since
they went to Glanville.

[Ross] What happened there then?

You make me strong.

Lady Trenchard?
I called in on you again.

Yes, I know.

You seemed unhappy
that night.

You know nothing about me
or my husband.

You know nothing of what
he's had to deal with.

Please stay away from us.

Does His Lordship's brother
ever call here?

Some things
are better left well alone.

- And some are better mended.
- Not this.

[theme music playing]

♪

[children laughing]

[baby crying]

[breathes deeply]

[both laugh]

Whew!

Ellerby?
My God! What on earth?

The blood's not mine.
It's other people's.

- [baby crying]
- We're fine.

There was
some trouble at the end.

The police charged
into the crowd.

What? I... I thought
it was a legitimate rally.

[Stephen] It was.
There was no need for it.

[Richard] But no one was k*lled?

No, no.
A lot of cuts to the head

and some badly beaten
arms and legs.

- He saw to most of them.
- [Stephen] It was madness.

Injuries like that can ruin
a working man's career.

We had to save one man
from being arrested.

He was concussed.

We pretty much had to carry him
back to the road

with police whistles blowing
behind us.

[Richard] Right.

This is the last time I send
you two off for an afternoon

- in the country.
- Oh, stop.

Until then it was actually
a great day.

[Annie] It was a great turnout.

There were even speakers
from the London Corporation,

saying the enclosure
should be stopped.

But at least now the press
will have to report it.

Yes, but imagine
what they'll say.

"Riots on Wanstead Flats.

Violent protestors
tear down fences."

Hopefully some people
will guess the truth of it.

Uh, don't tell me
someone's actually

paid you, Stephen Ellerby?

Lord Trenchard.
Payment in full.

- Ah. He of the beautiful wife.
- Yes. The beautiful wife

who I shall probably
never see again.

To freedom
and surviving the fray.

[all laugh]

[panting]

[Frederick] I love you.

[Clara] If we were
to have a daughter one day,

what would we call her?

What would you like to call her?

I don't know.

Isabelle, perhaps.

Isabelle Clara Trenchard.

I like "Clara."

It was my grandmother's name.

Our son would be Frederick,
of course.

Hmm, he wouldn't have to be.

Were you named for anyone?

No.

They picked my name
out of the ether.

My grandfather's name was James.

I sometimes wonder...

What?

I only hope I would be a better
father than I was a son.

I won't let you do this.

I won't let you do this.

[intriguing music plays]

♪

I can do that, Your Ladyship.

- Did you find the address?
- Yes.

Good. We'll need the carriage.

Come with me.

[James] You are to take care
that this child

be brought to the bishop
to be confirmed by him,

so soon as he can say the Creed,
the Lord's Prayer,

and the Ten Commandments
in the vulgar tongue.

Be further instructed

in the Church Catechism
set forth for that purpose.

There, little fellow.

Welcome.

[congregants murmuring]

Thank you, Reverend Trenchard.
A beautiful service.

My pleasure.

I look forward to baptisms
more than anything else.

- A church?
- Yes.

In Chelsea.

And the Vicar...

was the Reverend Mr. Trenchard.

Does His Lordship
have a brother? A cousin?

I did hear about a brother,

but he's never come here
to my knowledge.

[Davison]
Perhaps they're estranged.

I don't know, and we're
certainly not encouraged to ask.

His Lordship
does have a brother,

the Reverend James Trenchard.

May I ask how he's come
to your attention?

I just heard mention
of the name, that's all.

Wondered if he might be related.

Well, if he should ever
happen to come here,

please come
and fetch me at once.

- I'll deal with him personally.
- Yes, Mr. Enright.

Well...

he knows something.

Hmm.

[birds chirping]

[James] Thank you.

Nell...

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Dunn...

It's a great pleasure
to meet you at last.

Oh, and you, too,
I must say, Reverend.

Your name is mentioned on almost
a daily basis. [chuckles]

Mother exaggerates.

Well, I'm glad to hear that

I've achieved
a degree of notoriety.

[all chuckle]

Please, sit down.
The tea please, Nell.

I hope that I shall see you
at St. Jude's before too long.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I do hope so, too.

I must confess,
I have found it rather difficult

to, um, venture forth
since we came here.

The change, I suppose, since...

losing my beloved husband
and then being quite uprooted.

I completely understand.

You have lost
the center of your world.

Yes, I... I have.

How kind you are.

He was the center of my world,

of all our worlds.

Well, as long as you know

there's a warm welcome
awaiting you.

We're not
a very frightening bunch,

are we, Miss Dunn?

Quite the opposite.

And you, Reverend Trenchard,
are you a married gentleman?

I'm not.

Oh, I should have thought
you would be.

- You are extremely handsome.
- Mother...

I... I would have thought you
would need a wife for succor.

I am so absorbed in my ministry.

And my... my parish ladies

couldn't be
more helpful and, uh...

But not for... succor.

What did you think
of our dear Nell, Reverend?

Wonderful, really, to see her
looking so much recovered.

Yeah.

Thank you both
for what you've done.

[door creaks]

[James] Is there anything
I can do for you?

Any help I can offer?

Is there someone I might
write to, to say you're safe?

I needn't say where you are.

There's no need. Thank you.

You have been through
some troubling times, I think.

In our darkest hours,
it's easy to believe

that the Lord doesn't see us...

but he does.

And his love endures...

no matter how we fail.

Dear Lord...

bless your servant, Nell.

Let her feel
the warmth of your spirit,

so that she knows
that she is not alone.

I thought you'd like to know
that the Mrs. White

have been telling me
about the annual bazaar.

- Ah, yes?
- Yes.

And I have volunteered
to take charge of proceedings.

I hope that meets
with your approval.

Forgive me, but...
the Lord be praised,

the last couple of years
it's been something of a, uh--

A fiasco?

I gathered.

Well, not anymore.

I couldn't be more grateful.

[door opens]

[doorbell rings]

[dramatic music plays]

[Ross] The Marquise
is avoiding us.

That's my opinion.

She's had the proposal
for nigh on a week.

There was someone
in the house, Your Lordship.

Even if there's work going on,
she has staff.

They saw me,
and they decided not to open up.

I expect she simply needs
more time.

Or a little wooing.

"Wooing"?

Yes, Ross. I'm sure
you remember what that is.

We're not dealing
with a regular investor.

Perhaps we should be.

The Duke of Rochester
has invited us

down to Kent, Maywood,
to celebrate his birthday.

I'm told the Marquise
will be one of the party.

She won't be able
to avoid me there. [chuckles]

Where are we with the licenses
for the converters?

Almost ready for signing,
Your Lordship.

And the warehouse?

[Ross]
They've all agreed to the price.

Then let's buy it.

I'll secure the Marquise.

Let's be ready to move quickly.

♪

[Rochester] Welcome.

Welcome to Maywood,
you appallingly handsome pair.

Do you mind if I go
in search of the Marquise?

Of course not.

Do you want me to come with you?

I shall make the opening salvo,
leave you to settle in.

You'll tell me

when there's anything
I can say or do to help?

You can be yourself,

your honest and courageous self.

That's proved
extremely effective so far.

[Netherbury] Very good.

I've secured a second investor

and have offers
from a further two.

Given that
I approached you first,

I've told them I intend
to give you first refusal,

but time is tight.

Frederick, you really think
I won't recognize this tactic.

I have used the same one myself
many times in the past.

Tactic perhaps,
but the facts remain.

We have the warehouse,

The deal
with Abercrombie's is done.

We have the license
from Bessemer.

And you have these
other lucky investors.

Why do you need me?

Because doing business
with anyone else

would not be so... enticing.

And for us, I hope this would be

the first of many
profitable joint endeavors.

So bullish today.

With reason.

♪

[finishes piece]

[all exclaiming]

[Rochester] Bravo! Bravo!
Now then, Randolph,

make way for the maestro.

[Amelia] You can't play, Papa.

What's that? How dare you?
Can't play?

- I am practically a virtuoso.
- [Randolph] No, you're not!

Now, then, what have we here?
Ah, yes, right.

It's upside down.

Now, I shall count us in.
One, two, three, four, five.

- [plays discordant chords]
- Papa!

[guests laugh]

[Duchess of Rochester]
Dr. Ellerby...

[Rochester] Do you know,
I completely forgot.

I meant to learn!
But then I didn't!

[guests laughing]

[Duchess of Rochester]
I'm sorry.

I see now that
I should have warned you.

No, not at all.

Simply wondered if he's going
to be one of the party?

Oh no, no. Please don't worry.
You'll hardly see him.

Dr. Ellerby has a colleague,

an acquaintance, who runs
a particular sort of clinic,

very close by here,
as it happens.

And the Duke
has reluctantly agreed

that we should pay a visit,

find out a little more
about the work they do.

- This is in relation to...
- Peter...

- Yes.
- How is he?

I've often wanted to ask.

The older he gets,
the more difficult it becomes.

Do people talk about him?

Gossip?

I've never heard
anyone say anything.

But then, people don't tend
to gossip in front of me.

The Rochesters
have another son,

their firstborn.

Do you remember
when you said you saw a boy

on the steps of their house?

Yes.

I saw him again,

in the garden at Eaton Square.

He suffers
from some sort of affliction.

It's quite awful.

A sort of madness.

It seems Ellerby
is involved in his care.

It's so sad.

Oh, I still wish
Ellerby wasn't here.

That night...

those days...

they're far behind us.

[thunder rumbles]

[gasps]

[footsteps approaching]

Lady Trenchard.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Would you like me to go

somewhere else
in search of shelter?

You may do as you please.

How is your little patient?

I've been told something
of his situation.

Well, in that case...

I'm sincerely hoping
I can make life easier for him.

Good.

There is no known cure for
his condition, in spite of what

traditional doctors claim,
but I do hope to help.

You don't consider yourself
a traditional doctor?

I consider myself a progressive.

I don't reject all aspects
of traditional medicine.

I trained in it. [chuckles]

But I do think we should be
moving beyond leeches.

So how would you go about
treating someone?

It depends on their condition,

but at the moment I'm very much
influenced by hydropaths.

And those who prioritize nature

in treating
diseases of the mind.

William Morris,
the "Pre-Raphaelite" artists--

they inspire me.

The idea that
men are a part of nature

and that we seek to detach
ourselves from her at our peril.

You are convinced, I suppose,
by Mr. Darwin's theories?

I am. Yes.

I was on Wanstead Flats
not long ago,

the good people
of Spitalfields and Bow

were trying to stop their
common land being denied them.

Now try telling them
that they don't need

fresh air and grass
and daisy chains.

I've always found fresh air
to be a better cure than any.

I only wish we could convince
the politicians of that.

Then they wonder why the cholera

in the East End
is raging out of control.

You know, I really am sorry
that I offended you that night.

You didn't.

I barely recall it.

Ah, I believe it's stopping.

Good day.

So, how's the world of commerce,

- Trenchard?
- Thriving.

Is it true
that they mean to build

a railway underneath the Thames?

I hope so.
I hope to supply the steel

- for the tracks.
- [Netherbury] How?

Ship it in, I suppose?

Trenchard's a regular
"Merchant," Madame.

[Marquise] Oh, I know.

I intend to manufacture it,
in my new steel foundry.

- Steel foundry?
- I must say, you never cease

to surprise us.

Dirty business
I should think, steel.

Luckily I don't have to do
too much of the work myself.

Pig iron.
Pig iron's involved, is it?

Must you, dear?
Such an unpleasant expression.

Good morning.

You are glowing, my dear.

[chuckles] Fresh air.

I can recommend it.

♪

[Stephen] Your Graces,
may I present Dr. Kerry?

Your Graces, it's a pleasure
to welcome you

- to Daraway Park.
- How do you do?

Thank you for seeing us,
Dr. Kerry.

Ah, please.

[Dr. Kerry]
Our aim is to achieve

a state of complete calm
and relaxation

in our patients.

Overstimulation
I've found to be a factor

in many cases
of mental disturbance.

We aim to protect
our patients from that.

I think Dr. Ellerby has talked
to you about hydrotherapy?

Yes.

This shows
the immersive baths we use.

The water
is full of beneficial minerals.

And I've known patients
so relaxed after a treatment

they slip
into a sort of trance.

Tremendously restful
for the mind.

I think many of us
could benefit from that.

We take each of the patients

for a walk in the grounds
every day.

And we encourage them
to breathe...

[sighs]

...in a particularly deep
and regulated way.

Patients come to me
every few days,

and we sit and talk quietly

about anything
which is troubling them.

Peter, Lord Chatham,
doesn't talk a great deal.

He can say as little
or as much as he chooses.

Can you tell me
a little about your son?

He has intermittent seizures,
I understand?

Yes. Quite frequently now.

And so far, do you feel
that any of the treatment

he's received
has improved his condition?

[Duchess of Rochester] I don't.

[Rochester] Peter was--

I have no wish
to speak about my son.

Excuse me.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Right.

We don't normally
treat children, Your Grace.

We don't think it's right

to separate them
from their families.

I've always thought that.

But we would be honored
to treat your son here

from time to time,
a day or two days.

I could accompany him,
stay with him.

I'd be glad to.

We have some rooms
with private bathing facilities.

[Stephen] I'll return
to Maywood later, if I may?

Of course, Doctor. Thank you.

[Rochester clears throat]

Owns shares
in the place, does he?

What do you mean?

Well, any fellow
can put on a white coat

and sit down
in a veritable stage set

and pretend that they can
cure the world.

[horse whinnies]

Still...

jolly good.

Please don't do that.

What?

Pretend you didn't embarrass me
and behave abominably.

I did not.

Hardly said a word.

Happy birthday, Percy.

[knock on door]

Marquise!

I am being,
how do you say, nosy?

[gasps] Hmm.

Your room is quite
as grand as mine.

It's a beautiful house,
isn't it?

[Marquise] It is.

- For tonight?
- [Clara] Yes. Do you like it?

Of course. Simple. Unadorned.

You yourself are the star.

As one gets older,
we rely on our gowns to dazzle,

whilst we take cover
in the wings.

[Clara] I hardly think
that's the case with you.

- May I ask you something?
- Bien sur.

What happened to your husband?

Did you have a happy marriage?

I so hope you did.

He d*ed.

It's more than ten years now.

And, yes, it was very happy.

He was extremely wealthy,
so why not?

Did you love him?

Some days I liked him.

Some days
I didn't like him at all.

I've shocked you.

[chuckles] No.

My father was a bankrupt, Clara.

I don't often tell people that.

I had to sit and watch him
squander every penny we had.

So, yes, I married for money.

And when my husband became ill

and couldn't manage
his affairs anymore,

I managed them for him.

I wasn't going to let
the same thing happen again.

And that's when you learned
about business.

Yes.

It's not as difficult
as they pretend.

[both laugh]

Do you talk to Frederick
about his businesses?

Sometimes.

I like to know
what he's preoccupied with.

You know
about the steel foundry?

Yes.

I know that he's passionate
about it, and confident.

I'm thinking of investing in it.

Do you think I should?

Would it make you
happy if I did?

Yes.

Very.

[playing lively piece]

[gasps]

[Rochester] ...myself saying
exactly the same thing.

Look!

[indistinct conversations]

Oh, I say!

♪

Happy birthday, dearest Duke.

[all] Happy birthday!

Thank you, my friends.
Thank you, thank you.

- Older but not wiser, what?
- [all laugh]

Older but not wiser.

Now then, which scallywag
gets the first slice?

[children] Me!

[man]
I think it needs regulation.

The government
should probably be intervening.

I'm not sure if they will...

Frederick.

Would you join me for a moment?

Of course, Madame.

Excuse me.

Let us talk about figures.

Perhaps you should warn Clara
that we may be some time?

[glass clinks]

[liquor pouring]

[door creaks]

[Marquise] I'm sorry
we kept you c*ptive so long.

We had our own party.

We did.

Goodnight, mon ami.

Happy birthday, old friend.

What would you do, Frederick?

About?

The damned business with Peter.

Duchess told me you were going
to visit a clinic.

Less said about that,
the better.

Bloody fellow, Ellerby,

insinuating himself
into her trust.

It takes centuries
to build a name like mine.

The merest hint
of madness in the blood,

and it's all... over.

Why did it
have to be the eldest?

What sin have I committed to--

I have to think about
the other children,

- you understand?
- Yes.

I want them
to make good matches.

To... To thrive,
to live wonderful lives.

Mary doesn't see it that way.

Or rather, she chooses not to.

There shall come a time, soon,

when I shall have to insist
that Peter be sent away.

Far away.

Better for everyone.

It's not the boy's fault,
of course

but, how can I help
but resent that he's there?

It's a bitter thing, Frederick,

to fail
with your firstborn son.

Bitter thing.

[bird hooting in the distance]

What did she say?

Yes.

- More money than I'd hoped for.
- [gasps]

She said your faith in me
helped convince her.

Congratulations.

What is it?

I was thinking about my father.

He'd be proud of you, surely?

[bird continues hooting]

Then he'd be a fool.

[whispering] I'm proud of you.

I'm so proud.

You're the finest man
I've ever met.

[Fletcher]
Where are you taking me?

- [clattering]
- [footman] Shh.

Come on, follow me.

[birds chirping]

Good morning.

Lady Trenchard.

I wanted to ask
your professional opinion

about something.

I often think that sadnesses
felt during childhood

can embed themselves
in the mind,

often in a disproportionate way.

And could anything be done

to help alleviate
such sadness in a person

later in life, I mean?

I think that something

can be done about everything,
don't you?

Some physicians think that
hypnosis can be a benefit,

but that's an extremely
novel discipline.

Personally, I think
it's in our natures

to run away
from difficult feelings.

But if we have the courage
to confront them,

we can let go
of a great deal of pain.

Find a more
balanced perspective.

It seems to me that a lot of
the "monsters under our bed"

aren't really monsters at all.

I hope that has helped somewhat.

It has.

It's helped me
decide on something.

Thank you.

You have an interesting approach
to the world.

I love the world
and everything in it.

I'm leaving soon, so...

it was very nice to talk to you.

And you.

Good luck, Your Ladyship.

[dramatic music plays]

♪

[door opens]

Has my husband left?

Yes, Your Ladyship,
just this minute.

Right.

Let's be quick this morning.

[water sloshing]

It arrived first thing.

A lot of money, Your Lordship.

It is.

[Ross] I'll have someone
run it over to the bank.

Thought you'd like
to set eyes on it first.

Good news on the converters.

We've found an engineer
who knows what he's about,

and we've poached a fellow
from Sheffield.

So, I'd say we could have them
constructed in a week,

ten days at most.

It's happening.

Well done, Ross.

It's you who landed her,
Your Lordship.

[Enright] Mr. Fletcher!

[Robert] Don't like
the sound of that.

That was someone
from the Duke's household.

It seems you left this behind.

Valuable items...

would you agree?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Enright.

I should have checked
more thoroughly.

Won't happen again.

Not what I expect of you.

Best go and stand
in the corner, Mr. Fletcher.

- [laughter]
- [bell rings]

Robert says you asked for me,
Your Ladyship.

Only into his hands.

And wait for a reply.

[intriguing music plays]

Yes, how can I help you?

My name's Davison, sir,
a lady's maid.

My mistress asked me
to give you this.

She asked me
to wait for a reply.

♪

We're going out.

But not in the carriage.
We shall take a cab.

♪

[gate creaks]

[James] How is my brother?

I can't tell you how glad I was
to hear that he's married.

He's extremely well.
Industrious.

But he's very much troubled
at times...

by thoughts of his father,
your father.

This is very difficult.

I'm not sure
how much he's told you.

A little.

There was a complicated rift
between him and our father.

I strongly believe
it wasn't of Frederick's making.

Then whose?

I know Frederick thinks
it was of mine.

When we were children,

I can honestly say
that I was unaware,

but as we grew older,

yes... yes, I felt that
my father favored me,

and he was harsh
towards Freddie.

I should have been braver,

but our father
was not easily challenged.

I've been thinking...

that it might help Frederick
if you would speak to him,

if you could both
try to reconcile.

I agree, and I have tried.
I want you to know that.

When did you last try?

Because Frederick
has changed of late.

I think he would be more willing
to talk to you now.

Has he said that
he would like to see me?

No. Not exactly, but--

I think the impetus
should be his.

Don't you?

If I move towards him,

I fear he will retreat,
even now.

In theory, though...

you would be open
to a conversation?

More than open. More than open.

I... I miss him.

I've lost my whole family.

I miss my brother.

- Whoa.
- [dishes clatter]

- Forgive me--
- No, I'll get it.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

My apologies.
I shall replace it immediately.

Please tell Mrs. Enright

that the eggs were
particularly good this morning.

I will.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

What?

- [door closes]
- You're very kind to him.

- Enright?
- Hmm.

I can hardly remember
life without him.

I know he worries about his age,
growing infirm,

but he'll always
have a home with me.

I sometimes think about Emily...

I mean, I've never known
a life without her.

They mean a lot, don't they--

the people who've known us
since we were children.

The people who've watched us
being formed?

It depends on how
those people made us feel.

I think it's sometimes better
to let go of people.

Then we can move freely
through the world...

on our own terms.

[door closes]

Well?

How is he?

Agitated.

Dawes says he's been like that
for the past two days.

Thinks another fit
may be coming.

Well, we'd better
get Dr. Moorcroft in.

Moorcroft, Mary. Yes?

Let's get things
back under control.

I've already sent for him.

Excellent.

It's for the best.

You know, you could look in
on Peter yourself.

I expect he's forgotten
what you look like by now.

[door opens and closes]

Just arrived, Your Ladyship.

Thank you.

From Dr. Ellerby...

An invitation
to an art exhibition.

Will you go, Your Ladyship?

Perhaps.

I like the idea of it.

I'll speak to His Lordship.

He's persistent.

I'll give him that...

the Doctor.

He's being friendly, that's all.

[adventurous music plays]

♪

[Enright] Mawd.

As usual, please.

Yes, Mr. Enright.

What's this?

Mawd's cousin
has been bothering her,

asking her to put in
a good word with me

about a position here.

I've written to him
telling him there isn't one

and that he should
leave her alone.

Better in my own words.

Ridiculous.

You should learn
to stand up for yourself.

[footsteps depart, door closes]

[Emily] Mine. Mother's.

Still, if you're cold,
I suppose

a blanket full of holes
is better than nothing.

She drives me very hard, Clara,

as though I were
a prisoner on a...

- On a hulk.
- [Emily] Well, it's supposed

to be "knit one, pearl one,"
Mother, not "knit one,

then have a little chat
and a cup of tea one."

[Mrs. Dunn] I'm doing my best.

And one can't do any more
than that, can one?

No.

Oh, the bazaar
is an enormous undertaking.

People really have no idea.

The Reverend says,
"Thank goodness for you"

on an almost daily basis.

She seems sweet.

Yeah, she's good as gold,
and she's very quiet.

Some people are.

I met
Reverend Trenchard recently.

- Did you?
- Mm-hmm.

- Where?
- At the vicarage.

Isn't he a delightful man?

- I said to him--
- Did he talk about me?

Yes, he said it had been
a pleasure to get to know you.

- And you, too, Mother.
- That's nice.

But he's seen
a great deal more of me.

Will you be seeing him
again soon?

Perhaps we can all
meet together one day?

The brothers and the sisters.
The four of us.

They aren't especially close,
um... brothers.

Oh?

[clatter]

I started to suspect as much.

I hope, in time,
that might change.

But I think it will require
some patience.

I've realized that now.

Well, I hope it won't become
an obstacle to...

[wistful music plays]

[dishware clatters]

Pass this to Mother, please.

♪

[inhales sharply]

[men shouting indistinctly]

Félicitations, monsieur.

Merci.

When will you change the sign?

Trenchard Steel, surely?

Unfortunately,
Abercrombie retains the name.

Pity. You deserve
to have your name up there

for all the world to admire.

You're satisfied then, madame?

Extremely. I wish all
my investments ran as smoothly.

We must plan
another venture together soon.

Ah!

Perhaps. One day.

How is dear Clara?

She's thriving. Thank you.

[scribbling]

[inhales sharply]

[exhales deeply]

[gate creaks]

[door opens]

Enright. How are you?

Well. Thank you, sir.

I shall see to this, Robert.

- [door opens]
- His Lordship is...

- Out? Yes.
- [door closes]

But it's actually Lady Trenchard
I've come to see today.

I'm told that she's in.

I believe she has recently
returned home, sir,

but is most probably resting,
so perhaps--

Would you mind checking?

If you tell her I'm here,
I think she'll see me.

Shall I wait here?

No. No, sir.

Please.

Not now!

[loud knock persists]

Apologies, but there's someone
here for Her Ladyship.

It's not convenient.

Please tell her
it's Reverend Trenchard.

[front door opens]

[Frederick] Is Her Ladyship in?

Yes, Your Lordship.
She has a visitor.

Enright?

What's wrong?

You look as though
you've seen a ghost.

No, Your Lordship. But, uh...

Uh...

[door opens]

- Frederick--
- Why are you here?

I... I've come to see you...

and Lady Trenchard.

I thought I'd made myself clear
last time we spoke.

- No further contact.
- Yes.

- But things change, don't they?
- [door opens]

And I always hope--

Please leave.

Frederick, I asked
your brother to come.

This is entirely my fault.

Although, fault implies...

I thought it might be helpful
were you to see each other...

- You have met?
- Once.

I called at the vicarage.

But only because
I was thinking...

[gasps and exhales]

Lady Trenchard has done
nothing wrong, Frederick.

- She was thinking only of you--
- Don't tell me about my wife.

You thought you would
befriend her, I suppose?

And whisper poison
in her ears about me?

No, no, I didn't.

- Frederick...
- Leave my house.

Leave my house!

I didn't plan that
he would come today.

I thought there was more time.

You went behind my back.

Why would you do that?

Because I thought...
Frederick... Frederick!

Frederick!

I'm sorry, Your Lordship.
I didn't know. I...

Come, Your Ladyship.

I didn't know.

[theme music playing]

♪