01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

James Trenchard,
who started at a stall
in Covent Garden

must get himself ready
to dance with a princess.

What's he doing here?

He's Wellington's main supplier.

You're a bright man, Trenchard.

You must use your talents well
when the wars are done.

[Stephen] I gather
you're Cubitt's man,

responsible for turning
the streets of London

into a white
colonnade overnight.

[James] It is very
gracious of you

to invite us to your
charming home.

May I present my son,

Mr. Oliver Trenchard
and his wife.

And I was on
my best behaviour too.

Yes, I bet your behaviour's
always pretty good, worse luck.

Where shall we hold
our next tryst?

To hell with the lot of you!

Oliver's spoiled...

[James] Does he know
what he comes from?

[Anne] But that's what
you come from.

It's not what he comes from.

My father has always wanted me
to be something I am not!

It is my fate to disappoint him!

[Anne] We'll be
at Glanville next month.

I hope you'll come down.

It's good to be back.

Is it?

You seem so well
when you're here.

I'm almost sorry
we have to take you back.

-[John] How was it?
-As draining as death.

[chuckles softly]

I've seen a doctor,
and I am pregnant.

Eleven years with Oliver
and nothing.

-What could have changed?
-Whose is it?

[Susan] Would you really want
to give your life to Glanville

if you had no one
to hand it over to?

I want my own child!

If you want to be a father,
Oliver, this is the only way.

[Oliver] But it's our secret?

We have a box of secrets,

you and I.

[theme music playing]

-Do hurry.
-[Mrs Dunn] Oh...

[people chattering indistinctly]

-Ah, Frederick!
-Good evening, Duke.

Was starting to think
you'd evaded the net.

Last time I saw you

was at the opening
of the Royal Albert Hall.

Noticed you'd bagged yourself
the best box,

right in Her Majesty's sights.

Paid a premium, did you?

Not at all. But I was
one of the first to subscribe

-to the building scheme so...
-Knows how to oil the wheels.

-Mmm-hmm.
-It's in the blood.

Met your grandfather once,
did I ever tell you that?

-You did.
-Useful fellow.

No-one could secure
a crate of fine Madeira

faster than old Trenchard.

♪ I dreamt that I dwelt ♪

♪ In Marble Halls ♪

♪ With vassals
And serfs at my side ♪

♪ I had riches too great ♪

♪ To count could boast ♪

♪ Of a high ancestral name ♪

♪ But I also dreamt ♪

♪ Which pleased me most ♪

♪ That you loved me
Still the same ♪

♪ That you loved me ♪

♪ You loved me ♪

♪ Still ♪

♪ The same ♪

[guests applauding]

Are we boring you, Frederick?

I can never tell with you.

I'm honoured to have
been invited, Duchess,

as ever.

Who is that girl?

Ah, so you're not
a monk after all.

Her name is Clara Dunn.

Exquisite, isn't she?

Like a wood nymph.

That's the mother
and the elder daughter.

And the father?

d*ed, some months ago.

The Duke has fond
memories of him.

he was a neighbour for a time.

But he seems to have
left his family

in rather straitened
circumstances.

My goodness, Frederick,

I do believe you're hooked.

Miss Dunn...

might I present to you
a very dear friend of mine,

Lord Trenchard.

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

He's been admiring
your beautiful voice.

Oh. Thank you.

The Duchess tells me you've
recently arrived in London.

[Clara] Yes.
From Hampshire.

We've taken a small
house in Chelsea.

My father d*ed, you see, and...

My condolences.

I'm sorry--

I haven't needed
to say it out loud...

He was my best friend
in the world.

We liked doing
all the same things, so...

[Frederick] Such as?

Going for long walks,

riding, exploring.

-You like to ride?
-[Clara] Very much.

I'm not an expert...
[giggles]

Would you care to ride
with me one day, Miss Dunn?

Yes.

Thank you.

Good.

I will speak to your mother.

Quite the song bird,
Miss Dunn!

[Clara laughs]

[chattering indistinctly]

What a peculiar gift.

Hardly romantic.

But look, Swaine and Adeney.

I've heard
they're the very best.

Lady Harrow did say

Lord Trenchard
has money to spare.

But no imagination.

[gasps]

I think it's a thoughtful gift.

And there's another one.

That's so generous.

Oh, it's perfect.

-How did he--
-I did mention

that you're without
suitable riding attire.

Mother!

Well, I didn't beg, dear.

Well, begging would be
more honest than hinting.

-[Mrs Dunn] Oh...
-[laughs]

Clara...

What?

Cherish this moment.

These moments are the making
of a young girl's life.

[Frederick] It's called
The Serpentine...

It was created by Queen Caroline
in the 1700s.

[Clara] Do people ever
swim in it?

[Frederick laughs]
Not intentionally.

[Clara laughs]

London is constantly surprising.

It's certainly a city
with many faces.

Do you live in Belgravia,
Lord Trenchard?

I do. In Eaton Square.

My grandfather
moved into the house

soon after it was built.

And are you happy there?

You ask the most unusual
questions, Miss Dunn.

Do I?

I hope you don't
think me forward.

No. Not at all.

I admire your curiosity.

Perhaps we should start back,

your sister will be waiting.

Not yet. Please.

Let's find a stretch
where we can gallop.

You're sure?

Perfectly.

[Clara] Ah.

[Clara laughs]

Sorry.

Don't be.

Would you ride
with me again soon?

Friday, perhaps?

Or, next week

-if Friday seems too--
-Friday.

Yes.

-[Emily] Friday?
-It was his suggestion.

You should have said no.

One can't appear keen.

Well, I can't wait
to see him again.

I am keen.

Oh, God.

Do you think you could
like him, Emily?

Oh, I've no idea.

I hardly know him.

Nor do you.

In honesty,
I think he seems proud.

Actually, there's
a shyness in him,

which is surprising

and really rather lovely.

Perhaps that could be
mistaken for pride.

If you say so.

He's extremely handsome.

At this point, I'm afraid
that's all I can offer.

[Clara] It's so beautiful.

I prefer wild flowers
to any others.

-Really?
-Mmm-hmm.

When I was a little girl,

I picked a whole armful
of field poppies once...

red and yellow, orange.

I wanted to take them
home to my mother.

By the time I got home,
they'd all but d*ed.

I was devastated.

My parents tried to cheer me up,

but I couldn't
get over the thought

that I'd harmed them.

That I'd loved them too much.

I haven't picked any since.

[laughs] Sorry...

I've confounded you again.

No. Well...

Yes.

In the best possible way.

I have a vivid picture
of you now,

holding the flowers
in your arms.

[chuckles softly]

[music playing]

[Rochester] Algernon Dunn.

Charming man.

Well-read, too.

Neighbour of ours in Kent
when I was a boy.

I remember him coming
to balls at the house.

Taught me to whistle.

Amused me no end.

Moved to Hampshire,
inherited a small estate.

So you hadn't seen him
for some time?

He was at my father's funeral.

He wrote to me a few weeks
before his own death.

Touching.

Intimated that he was worried
about his little family,

the Estate in Hampshire
is entailed.

Did you meet Mrs Dunn?

Briefly.

Yes.

But with a warm heart,

I believe they found
the greatest joy in one another.

Can I take it from all this

that you're serious
about the girl?

You are.

Good for you.

About time.

-Do you think she'll have me?
-[Rochester] Have you?

Of course she will!
Heavens, man!

Wait till I tell the Duchess.

You do realise there's
no dowry to speak of?

[Frederick] Well,
that doesn't concern me.

I've always hoped
for a wife I can love,

not one to whom
I should feel indebted.

Frederick, Frederick.

What a curious fellow you are.

[young Frederick]
Can I play, Father?

Show me what you've got.

[yells]

[Mrs Dunn] My, erm, girls
are all I have, er,

Lord Trenchard, since my dear,
dear husband was, erm,

well, taken so,
so suddenly last year...

I was sorry to hear
of your loss.

His "Happy Band",

that's what he used to call us.
I mean, there are some men

who would have harped on
having a son, but not him.

He was content with his girls
and that suited me.

I mean, there are women
ruined with babies,

don't you think? They say
that poor Mrs Charles Dickens

was quite finished
after her nine,

she never moved
from her bed more grub

-than, than, than woman--
-Mrs Dunn--

We were quite, erm,
satisfied with our girls and,

and they have known nothing
but love their whole lives--

-Mrs Dunn.
-And...

Yes?

[Frederick speaking
indistinctly]

What can he be saying?

Very little, knowing mother.

It's unbearable.

[Mrs Dunn] Ooh! Ah!

[Mrs Dunn
speaking indistinctly]

[Clara] Wait, wait, wait.

Oh. Oh, my dearest,
dearest girl!

[giggles]

If we might have a moment alone?

Oh, yes! Yes. Yes, of course.

[door closes]

Miss Dunn.

I'm aware our acquaintance
has been brief,

but over these last few weeks
I feel I have...

come to know
something of you...

of your nature.

And...

I find that
I think of you with...

I think of you.

[chuckles]

And I am decided...

Miss Dunn, would you
do me the honour

of becoming Lady Trenchard?

In short of, well,
of becoming my wife?

Yes, yes. Oh, yes!

[Clara giggles]

[crowd applauding]

[chuckles softly]

[people chattering indistinctly]

-[piano playing]
-[singing operatically]

Buonasera.
Can I interrupt, please?

For the beautiful
Lady of the Lake.

Oh!

Thank you.

Frederick...

May I?

Grazie, senor.

Grazie.

[Clara] My first souvenir.

The flattery is a ploy.

I should have thought
you would realise that.

Oh.

Sorry.

I won't keep it.

Shall I have someone
call him back?

No. No, no.

Of course you must keep it.

Forgive me.

I'm a jealous fool.

[door opening]

[door closes]

I don't want to frighten you.

I'm not frightened.

This is what I want.

[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

You're not staying?

Excuse me.

Don't you think
you'd better come in, boy!

[Frederick breathes heavily]

[Oliver]
You have a rotten core.

You have a bad soul

which you can never...

escape from.

You are...

and always will be...

unlovable.

Clara, I haven't always
found life easy.

I want to say this
to you now...

I've sometimes felt myself...

betrayed...

by those I should count on.

I'm not... [chuckles]

believe me,
soliciting sympathy.

-Frederick?
-I want you to know that...

since meeting you, I've...

felt a sort of...

hopefulness.

I want to be a good husband.

I vow to you now
that I will try.

What do you mean,

about feeling betrayed?

[melancholy music playing]

Hello, my dear.

Always a pleasure
to see a new face.

Miss Dunn.
I'm new to the Parish.

[Miss Constance] Oh?

Ooh, Miss White.

And this, this is my sister,

-Miss Hetty.
-How do you do?

Oh, no, no, for many years.

[organ music playing]

[Miss Constance]
Oh, good. Look, Hetty.

Reverend James
is back from his retreat.

We're so lucky to have him.

Yes.

I should say we are.

And if you pay attention

to the one who wears
the fine clothing and say,

"You sit here in a good place,"

while you say to the poor man,

"You stand over there,"

have you not then made
distinctions among yourselves

and become judges
with evil thoughts?

We must always remember

that some will have
an easier path

through this earthly life
than others.

For whatever reason
that might be.

But we are all equal
in the sight of God...

-[man 1] Yes.
-[man 2] Amen.

The body of our Lord
Jesus Christ

-which was given for you.
-Amen.

Take and eat this in remembrance
that Christ d*ed for you.

And feed on him in your heart
by faith with thanksgiving.

The blood of Christ.

[priest clears throat]

[Enright] Mr. Fletcher,
his lordship's valet.

Your Ladyship.

And if I may take the liberty,

this is my good wife,
Mrs Enright.

Mrs Enright is our cook.

Congratulations, Your Ladyship.

[door opening]

[Clara] Thank you.

Will there be anything else,
Your Ladyship?

[Clara] This portrait,
is this Lord Trenchard's father?

It is, Your Ladyship.

Did you know him?

Was he a kind man?

He was a fine man.

The first Lord Trenchard.

You've worked for the family
for a long time, Mr. Enright?

Twenty-six years, Your Ladyship.

How well you must know them.

Yes.

Glanville.

Your country residence.

This is Miss Davison.

Davison has agreed to join us
as Your Lady's maid.

Oh...

Wait outside a moment, please.

I took the liberty of asking

if someone
could be found for you.

She has excellent references,

and I needed to
secure her at once.

It's only that I assumed
that I would...

No. I want to surround you
with the very best people.

I should have
spoken to you first.

Of course.

-We can keep looking if--
-No, it's fine.

So, a mistress.

You'll have to share him now,
your precious Frederick.

Maybe you'll even
watch me sometimes

instead of him.

[Enright] Foolishness.

[Mrs Enright]
Whatever you say.

You will find us
a settled household,

Miss Davison.

His lordship likes everything
by the book.

Mmm. That suits me.

[Fletcher] My apologies,
Mr. Enright.

[Enright] This is Fletcher,
the valet.

Miss Davison is joining us
as Her Ladyship's maid.

Good evening.

Where was your last position
then, Miss Davison?

I was with Lady Frances Paine
for eight years.

-Why did you leave?
-[Enright] Mawd!

I'm only asking.

[Davison] She married
and moved to the country.

Middle of nowhere.
That's not for me.

I like the city.

Had enough of fields
growing up on a farm.

[Mrs Enright] I agree.

I had to live on a farm,

in France, for 10 years,

-I couldn't wait to leave.
-[Robert] France?

What took you there,
Mrs Enright?

[Mrs Enright] Long story.

It was my grandfather's place.

[Robert] Well, you were right
to get out of there.

Those Prussians
have done for France.

"Decimated,"
it said in my paper.

[Enright] No politics
at the table.

What's she like,
the new mistress?

She's young
and she's a looker, Mawdie.

What else is there?

[Mrs Enright] She seems
too young to me.

His Lordship was careful
to wait for the right lady.

[Enright] I'm sure
His Lordship has chosen well.

[Ross] I wasn't expecting you,
Your Lordship.

Satisfying reading, eh?

I was sure there was money
in that contraption

-and it seems there is.
-It's a limited market.

Agreed.

But the return,
you can't argue with that.

Small, Ross.

It's all small.

Small is what we've always done.

Small and sound.

Why change the formula
if the whole point--

Because we need to progress.

Because I want something
on a larger scale.

What happened to that steel
proposition you heard about?

-It came to nothing.
-Did it?

So, next time I'm at
the Chambers of Commerce,

I won't hear people
boasting about their shares

in a profitable new foundry
in Rotherhithe?

You won't, Your Lordship.

I have my nose to the ground.
You know that.

I need you to do
something for me.

Set up an allowance, monthly,

-for my wife's mother.
-How much for?

Enough to cover her rent
and maintain standards.

And a little more besides.

Thank you.

There's really no need
for you to accompany me.

I'm only taking the air.

And I do tend to walk quickly.

But best if I'm with you,
Your Ladyship.

[Dawes] Get him in!
Get him in!

Get him in!

Be careful!

[Dawes] He bolted,
your Grace...

Should I send for Dr. Moorcroft?

No. No. Fetch Dr. Ellerby.

[dramatic music playing]

I'm sure that's the Duke
of Rochester's house.

I don't know, Your Ladyship.

[Stephen] I hope
you remember me.

I'm Dr Ellerby.

We met last month.

I've had such a busy morning.

It's nice to sit down.

We don't take enough time,

do we,

to simply sit and think?

Listen to our breath.

In...

[both breathing in]

...and out.

[Peter exhales]

[Stephen] Like a breeze
in the trees.

In...

[both inhale]

...and out.

[both exhale]

After a seizure,

he will be particularly
disorientated,

and he mustn't be
made to feel trapped or--

But he can't be allowed
to run through the house,

or onto the street.

Dawes does have instructions
to keep him in his room.

Your Grace,

since meeting your son,

I've been doing some research.

There are some innovative
treatments for epilepsy,

natural, humane regimes.

Fresh air, exercise,

the use of hydrotherapy--

Which would require him
to be sent away, surely?

That's precisely
what I wish to avoid.

[Stephen] But aspects
of those treatments

are achievable
even if he remains here.

I also think he would benefit
from a little more society.

He has brothers and sisters,
does he not?

Yes.

I do understand why you might
choose to keep him alone.

It is not my choice,
Dr. Ellerby...

He is our eldest son.

You understand?

If he can't be cured,

I need hardly explain

the devastating consequences
for the future of the Dukedom.

For the whole family.

I'm sure you appreciate
why the Duke is determined

that Peter's illness should not
become common knowledge.

Enright.

How are you?

Well. Thank you, Master J...

Reverend Trenchard.

You may call me Mister James
if you wish,

like old times.

Is my brother at home?

I'm afraid His Lordship
is out, sir.

Ah.

I read the announcement
of his marriage,

I'd like him to know
he's in my thoughts.

I'll see that he gets it, sir.

Thank you.

Good day, Enright!

But this boy wasn't one
of the Rochesters' children,

or at least
not the ones I've seen.

And he seemed frightened.

I'm sure it was nothing.

-[Clara] Yes.
-I hope Davison walked with you?

She did.

[Frederick] You know
there is always a carriage

at your disposal?

You'll never need
find your own way.

[Clara] But I love to walk,

you know that.

[door opens]

[Clara] You mustn't
worry about me, Frederick.

[Frederick] What do you mean?

I suppose I mean...

that I'm stronger
than you think I am.

I can't bear the thought
of you coming to any harm.

[Clara] I won't.

Please trust me.

I do.

[tense music playing]

[Oliver] James?

James, where are you?

-[wooden swords clash]
-Oh, James!

[Oliver laughs]

You're a strong boy.

Oh.

Excellent, James.

It's Freddie's turn!

[young James] Freddie now...

[Oliver groans]

[yells]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Susan panting]

Look at me.

You will be astonished
at how much you can bury,

where no-one ever sees.

Never...

ever...

cry.

[bell tolling]

[James] Thank you, Gentlemen.

[parishioner]
It's no trouble at all.

[James] So grateful...

[suspenseful music playing]

[cab driver] Go on! Go on!

Forward.

Yeah.

Forward.

Forward.

-What are you doing?
-[Nell groans]

[cab driver]
Move out of the way.

-[gasps]
-[cab driver] Are you all right?

Miss?

Miss? Can you hear me?

Allow me to help.

-Oh.
-[James] Miss?

-Do you know her?
-No. I, I saw her step out.

[James] Let's move her
into the church.

There's a doctor on the way.

Poor girl.

Yes,

poor...

plain...

desperate girl.

Thank you for everything
that you did, Miss?

Dunn.

James Trenchard.

I'm the vicar here.

Did you say Trenchard?

You aren't, perhaps,
related to Lord Trenchard?

Yes.

I'm his younger brother.

His only brother.

What an extraordinary
coincidence.

My sister is Clara Dunn.

-Ah.
-[Emily laughs]

How strange
that we haven't met.

Weren't you at the wedding?

-Unfortunately--
-You should have held it here.

But why didn't you officiate.

-Prior engagement...
-[Emily] What a pity.

Your only brother's wedding.

I'm going to ask the cab driver
to see you home, Miss Dunn.

I'm... I'm sure somebody
is worrying about you.

Oh. Only my mother.
No-one else.

And you yourself
have had a dreadful shock

-seeing what you saw.
-Oh...

I will accept
your chivalrous offer.

But I'll come back soon?

I'd like to know
what happens to the girl...

[James] Of course.

-[man 1] Come on, lads.
-[man 2] Come on. Keep going.

[chattering indistinctly]

-[man 1] It's in.
-[man 2] Push it in.

It should be brought
through the back!

It won't fit round the back!

[Frederick] It was
the largest safe I've ever seen.

[Rochester] Well, it would be.

So you know
who's taken the place?

I do indeed.
The Marquise d'Atagnac.

-Heard of her?
-The name is familiar.

She's one of the richest
women in Europe.

The Duchess and I
met her once in Paris.

At the Rothschilds',

before the damned w*r,
of course.

I hear she had to clear out
in quite a hurry.

But she's chosen to come here,
which is very much our gain.

Where is her money from?

She inherited most of it
from her husband,

the rest she accrued herself.

It's extraordinary.

Apparently, she has a staggering
range of investments.

In what?

You should ask her yourself.

I'd very much like to meet her.

-And so you shall.
-[balls clattering]

Oh, blast.

[Frederick]
Thank you, Davison.

There was never
anyone so beautiful.

Frederick...

I wish I could
give you the world.

That's the Marquise.

-[men chattering indistinctly]
-Quite something, isn't she?

Now, my dear,

let me introduce you
to some people.

After the Marquise,

you're the subject
of most curiosity.

-[chuckles]
-The lucky young lady

who succeeded in capturing
Lord Trenchard's heart.

[Netherbury] Did you see
any of the blighters?

Of course.

My house is only a few yards
from the barricades,

Avenue de la Grande Armee,
which is ironic

seeing as our "Grande Armee"
was nowhere to be seen.

Did they come near you?

They broke into my house.

Eight of them,

armed with knives and muskets.

How terrifying!

[Marquise] Not at all.
I introduced myself

and showed them
straight to my wine cellar,

where they drank
themselves unconscious.

-Fools!
-[Marquise] Oh, far from it.

They opened
only my finest bottles.

[Rochester laughs]

[Marquise] These "Communards"
are not fools.

They are passionate young people

with a vision for France.

For me, they are welcome
to change the world

only not with my fortune.

[Rochester] And how
did you get out, Madame?

We heard the poor Empress
had to run for her life.

[Marquise] We left
in the middle of the night.

There were barriers
on the roads, of course,

but even passionate
young people can be bribed.

And those who
couldn't be, well...

Monsieur Nicoli
can be very persuasive.

He is Corsican.

Commerce
and the British aristocrat,

I thought they did not mix.

My family has always
believed in hard work.

Once, it was a necessity
and now it is a choice.

And what business are you in?

What isn't he in?

I have a portfolio of interests,

imports, supply,
small-scale engineering.

And I've recently
moved into railways.

I invested a great deal
in railways,

ten, 15 years ago.

Now the returns are good,
of course,

but I no longer
touch railways.

Too many fraudulent
schemes and failures.

I expect you will realise that
for yourself in time.

What do you invest in now

if you don't mind my asking?

We must talk further,
you and I.

[Frederick] We must.

I was going to say you should
come to the club, madame,

-but, er...
-Perhaps I will.

Perhaps I will
disguise myself as a man

and come
and drink whisky with you.

Oh, yes, now there's an idea!

[melancholy music playing]

Did you know me straight away?

You can change your name...

you can change your accent...

but you can't change your eyes.

You were only 14,


[Fletcher] Fifteen...

I just need to know
if you are gonna tell

any part of my story.

Because if you are,

I will look to move on.

I've spent 20 years

building a wall
between that boy I was

and what I am now.

So give me two weeks,

time to start looking
for another position at least.

You were a sweet boy.

I remember we all liked it
when you came in the kitchens.

Cheerful.

Helpful.

What those men did to you
that night was abhorrent.

I don't care what you'd done
or who with.

I don't care what you were,

or what you are now,
come to that.

I want to say two things...

no-one will ever hear
a single word

about your past from me.

And I want you to know
that I'm ashamed.

And I have been ever since,

that I didn't step in
and stop them.

Those...

bastard men!

Bullies!

You couldn't have stopped them.

You were barely older than me--

[Davison]
I could have tried.

All of us,
in the servants' hall,

we could have tried.

I thought they were
gonna k*ll ya.

They did...

in a way.

[Marquise]
Where would you like to go?

[Clara chuckles] Madame.

Anywhere else, n'est-ce-pas?

Don't worry,

I often feel the same way.

I was just letting
my imagination wander.

No. Thank you.

And you are?

Apart from the most
enchanting creature here.

-Clara.
-Oh!

I knew a Clara once.

She trained as an architect

and designed a palace
for the King of Portugal.

[chuckles]

What is your connection
to les chers Rochesters, Clara?

I'm married to Lord Trenchard.

You don't look old enough
to be married.

I'm not sure that I am.

You haven't been married long?

Six weeks.

Do you live close by?

In Eaton Square.

Alors, we are neighbours.

Good. We can be friends.

Yes. I'd like that...

[Marquise] Lord Trenchard.

We have just been
discussing you.

Has he met your expectations
of a husband so far, Clara?

-She hesitates.
-[Clara] No, I...

Yes, of course.

[tuts] You must,

what is it you English say,

pull up your socks.

We weren't discussing you
at all. Please don't worry.

Frederick?
She was joking, I think.

We should leave.

There's no need at all
for us to leave. Frederick?

[door opens]

Please allow us a moment.

[sighs]

[Clara] I would
never, ever say

anything critical of you
to someone else.

She drew me into conversation.

She was teasing you,
that's all.

I honestly feel
you're making too much of this.

That woman is extremely
important to me

and you humiliated me
in front of her.

I didn't. I promise.

She knew what I meant.

-Frederick.
-Do you have any idea

how hard I've had to work
to earn my place?

To succeed in the face
of the sneers,

and the snide remarks,

"the merchant",

"the tradesman's
grandson made good"

No-one sees you like that.

No-one.

You are held in
the highest esteem by...

Frederick, you are far
too hard on yourself.

-Why do you--
-Stop telling me what I am!

[Clara] That isn't
what I'm doing.

I'm trying to help!

[Frederick]
I don't need your help!

You ask me to trust you

and this is what you do!

I see.

[Frederick] Clara, please...

Where are you going?

-[Clara] Out.
-Clara?

You can't go out.
Don't be ridiculous...

[Clara] Ridiculous?

[Frederick] Clara, wait.

Clara, I'm sorry. Don't go.

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

[Clara gasps]

[Frederick] No, no, no...

-Clara...
-[Davison gasps]

Are you all right,
Your Ladyship?

Oh, God, no.

I think we should send
for a doctor, Your Lordship.

[Frederick] Yes, yes.

Yes, we must.

Clara?

Do you know someone,
Your Lordship?

[Davison panting]

For the Duchess.

[footman] But her grace
just retired...

Lord Trenchard was insistent.

It's urgent...

And private.

[door opens]

Lady Trenchard?

I understand you've had a fall.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Eyes...

Can you see me clearly?

Hear me?

Yes.

[sighs]

[Stephen] If I may?

Thank you.

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

[door opens]

[door closes]

Can you lie flat for me?

Is there any pain here?

And here?

How did you come to fall?

Rushing on the stairs.

My own fault.

-[chuckles softly]
-[door opens]

Her Ladyship will recover,
but she'll need to rest.

I'll send something
for the pain.

But I'd like to see her
again in two days.

Thank you.

[door closes]

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

But it was an accident.

I saw it happen.

There's nothing like that
going on here.

I'll be back.

Good night.

[glass breaking]