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- I can't stay here... - Clara. Please.
No, no, no, no.
If you could step outside for a moment, Your Lordship?
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?
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 10 or 20 minutes
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.
They seem happy,
especially since they went to Glanville.
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.
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Whew! Ellerby? My God! What on earth?
The blood's not mine. It's other people's.
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.
It was. There was no need for it.
But no one was killed?
No, no. A lot of cuts to the head
and some badly beaten arms and legs.
- He saw to most of them. - 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.
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.
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.
I love you.
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 can do that, Your Ladyship.
- Did you find the address? - Yes.
Good. We'll need the carriage.
Come with me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Mother exaggerates.
Well, I'm glad to hear that I've achieved a degree of notoriety.
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.
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.
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.
Where are we with the licenses for the converters?
Almost ready for signing, Your Lordship.
And the warehouse?
They've all agreed to the price.
Then let's buy it.
I'll secure the Marquise.
Let's be ready to move quickly.
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.
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.
Bravo! Bravo! Now then, Randolph,
make way for the maestro.
You can't play, Papa.
What's that? How dare you? Can't play?
- I am practically a virtuoso. - 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.
Papa!
Dr. Ellerby...
Do you know, I completely forgot.
I meant to learn! But then I didn't!
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.
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.
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. - How?
Ship it in, I suppose?
Trenchard's a regular "Merchant," Madame.
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.
Fresh air.
I can recommend it.
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.
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...
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?
I don't.
Peter was...
I have no wish to speak about my son.
Excuse me.
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.
I'll return to Maywood later, if I may?
Of course, Doctor. Thank you.
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.
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.
Marquise!
I am being, how do you say, nosy?
Hmm.
Your room is quite as grand as mine.
It's a beautiful house, isn't it?
It is.
- For tonight? - 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.
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 died.
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. - 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.
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.
myself saying exactly the same thing.
Look!
Oh, I say!
Happy birthday, dearest Duke.
Happy birthday!
Thank you, my friends. Thank you, thank you.
Older but not wiser, what?
Older but not wiser.
Now then, which scallywag gets the first slice?
Me!
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?
I'm sorry we kept you captive 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.
What did she say?
Yes.
More money than I'd hoped for.
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?
Then he'd be a fool.
I'm proud of you.
I'm so proud.
You're the finest man I've ever met.
Where are you taking me?
Shh.
Come on, follow me.
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.
Has my husband left?
Yes, Your Ladyship, just this minute.
Right.
Let's be quick this morning.
It arrived first thing.
A lot of money, Your Lordship.
It is.
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.
Mr. Fletcher!
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.
Robert says you asked for me, Your Ladyship.
Only into his hands.
And wait for a reply.
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.
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.
- 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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. - 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."
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?
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...
Pass this to Mother, please.
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.
Enright. How are you?
Well. Thank you, sir.
I shall see to this, Robert.
His Lordship is...
Out? Yes.
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!
Apologies, but there's someone here for Her Ladyship.
It's not convenient.
Please tell her it's Reverend Trenchard.
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...
- 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?
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...
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.
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