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I could not remember when I'd last felt
so ready for change,
a new beginning.
As I travelled to the Lakes,
I reflected on what the Gardiners had taught me.
They did not consider happiness a matter of chance.
Instead, they did everything in their power
to cultivate it.
- _ - Through them
I could see another way of being.
- I just want to stretch my legs. - Be quick.
Of course, Mother. I will be swift.
Ann!
Mary!
What are you doing here?
I'm with Mr and Mrs Gardiner. We're travelling to the Lakes.
What are you doing here?
Oh, Mary, we've much to catch up on.
My mother and I were just taking a rest at the inn.
We're heading home to Nottingham for two weeks.
But what of you and Mr Hayward?
Are you engaged at last?
Actually, Mary,
Mr Hayward and I ended our agreement.
- Sorry? - I'm now engaged to Mr Powell,
- who I met at Mr Ryder's supper. - Ann!
My mother's calling.
I've got so much to tell you.
How is Mr Hayward?
He took the news as well as could be expected.
I cared deeply for Mr Hayward,
but we were not a match.
He had for many years been trying to advance his career,
so that we might be married.
It was taxing on us both.
I'm sorry.
You will see him at the Lakes, will you not?
Take care of him for me.
Of course.
Ann!
Oh! I must go,
but I will call for you on your return to London.
Poor Tom.
He must be heartbroken.
Oh, yes, he must.
"Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
"And while the young lambs bound
"As to the tabor's sound
"To me alone there came a thought of grief
"A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
"And I again am strong."
Did you sleep well, Mary?
I had a dream that Mother came to fetch me.
It was quite frightening.
Your mother will not follow you here.
Can we be sure of that?
Mary, your Mother hates nature
and any form of inconvenience.
- And the North more generally. - Indeed.
Look who I found.
Tom! I'm so pleased that you were able to join us.
- I'm not interrupting? - No. Not at all.
We're very pleased to see you.
I thought long and hard about what you said.
I said that he works too hard
and should enjoy himself occasionally.
How lovely that someone listens to me.
Well, we all hang on your every word, my dear.
- Tom, join us. - I've already eaten.
Oh, well, in that case, why don't you two go out
and get some fresh air, before we head to the lake?
- Good idea. - Yes!
- I... - Oh, yes.
- I have some... - Very clean air.
Sorry. Forgive me.
It was nothing. Please.
Miss Bennet, I wondered if this might be of use to you.
It's Mr Wordsworth's guide to the Lakes...
where geography meets poetry.
Thank you.
It is most fortunate that you're able to join us.
How was your time at Pemberley, Miss Bennet?
Oh, Pemberley was...
very busy.
I'm pleased to hear that your mother has recovered.
Oh, yes. My mother was...
very much back to her old self.
That is a good thing, is it not?
Oh, well. No. Yes, but...
Well, in her strengthened state...
I think she may be more disappointed in me now
than she has ever been.
Well, I'm very surprised to hear that.
Oh, you have not met my sisters, Mr Hayward.
They are, each of them, beautiful and accomplished.
I do not compare well,
as my mother often observes.
Miss Bennet.
I am so sorry that anyone
has ever made you feel like a disappointment.
I bumped into Ann Baxter on the way here.
At the Coaching Inn, quite by chance.
I'm sorry, Mr Hayward.
I understand you must be suffering terribly.
Well, I...
Thank you.
I heard our friend Mr Ryder came to visit you at Pemberley.
- Oh. Well, yes... - Mary, Tom,
we should get going.
Yes.
- Oh, well, we will speak again. - Yes, quite.
I read in my fishing book that we need to find the creases,
where the current meets calmer water.
So now... No,
you're holding the line too tightly,
and you should never have an overfilled spool.
- No. Just loosen it a little. - Yes. Forgive me.
Now, cast off.
What's the name of that mountain there?
I believe that is Scafell.
Mr Wordsworth's sister Dorothy climbed Scafell, did she not?
She did.
Said that you can see all the way out to sea from up there.
Oh, how wonderful!
Would you be prepared to attempt climbing it with me?
- Really? Do you think we could? - I'd like to.
Are you skilled at physical pursuits, Miss Bennet?
- No, not in the least. - I think I felt a tug!
But I'm enthusiastic.
I'll get the net.
Well, that'll do. That and good boots.
What is it?
I hope I didn't speak out of turn when I mentioned Mr Ryder's visit.
Oh, no. Oh, no, not at all.
No. I really, only...
I only hope that I didn't speak out of turn
by mentioning Miss Baxter.
Oh, no, not at all. Not at all.
- Miss Baxter and I... - Mr Ryder's visit
was brief and it was uneventful.
Something is definitely pulling.
- It's sizeable. - Bring it in slowly.
No, no, just let the rod do the work.
Oh. No. So lift and reel.
So lift and reel.
Oh! Lift and reel.
Perhaps this'll be your supper for the evening.
I'm not eating that.
It was moving.
No, I cannot show you, Mr Hayward.
My sketches, they're an offence to both the lake and to art itself.
That is quite a feat, Miss Bennet.
Well, for the sake of lifting your spirits,
I'll show you my own disastrous drawings.
But please tell no-one of what you see.
Do not show me if you're being modest,
I shall feel wretched if yours are actually well-drawn.
No, they are not. And I have to warn you,
it will be impossible for you to ever think of me
as a man of feeling once you've seen these.
I have no artistic talent at all.
No. These are... No, these are quite terrible.
I mean, I don't even know what that is.
That? That is a duck, Miss Bennet.
It has too many legs.
Well, could we say that it is stepping on a plant?
I don't think we could.
- No. - No.
No.
Perhaps we would enjoy the view more
if we weren't trying to replicate it.
Well, I certainly would.
We could go riding.
Do you ride much, Miss Bennet?
No, that's another thing I possess no skill for.
At Pemberley, I went riding with Mist...
- With Mr Ryder. - Oh, yeah.
No...
Mr Ryder and I are not engaged...
if that's what you thought.
In fact, I'm trying to think of
a different future for myself.
I was wondering whether governessing
might be possible, outside of my family.
I think you would be an excellent governess.
But, Miss Bennet, do you not think
that you might perhaps...
find yourself a match?
Oh, no.
No. Mr Hayward, no.
I'm at peace with that.
Do you not think it might be worth you having one last look about...
- just to make sure? - No,
I've learnt my lesson.
Any looking about will only lead to disappointment.
Anyway, I'm sure... I'm sure you do not wish to discuss engagements.
- Well, the truth is... - Is that a lark...
that sings...
Mr Hayward?
- Perhaps it is a thrush. - No, no.
The lark is more melodic.
The thrush is...
Well, I mean, it's sort of more... It has a variety of sounds.
More like...
Yes.
But they may sing differently up here.
In London, they sound like,
I find the lark is a bit more...
I think
the lark's quite a difficult one to get right.
- It's quite shrill. - Hard on the throat.
Yes. In truth, the only bird call
that I'm entirely confident with is that of the London pigeon.
Come in.
Good evening, Mary.
How have you enjoyed your day?
Very much so.
You and Mr Hayward get along very well.
He must surely be quite devastated about Ann Baxter.
If he is...
he's concealing his heartache quite convincingly.
He seems in good spirits.
I always wondered if they were entirely well-suited.
Really?!
I'm sure Mr Hayward felt that they were.
Did he?
Good night, Mary.
_
"The landscape."
You can't...
What are you reading?
Tintern Abbey.
- That is my favourite. - I am quite fed up with it.
Does not easily give up its secrets.
Would you read it to me?
From where you are.
Well...
"In hours of weariness,
"sensations sweet felt in the blood
"and felt along the heart...
"and passing even into my purer mind...
"with tranquil restoration.
"Feelings too of unremembered... Unremembered pleasure..."
Would you mind? Could you read on?
I'd just like to take some notes on that last bit.
I will read on, but perhaps
you could try not to worry about notes, Miss Bennet.
"For I have learned to look on nature...
"not as in the hour of thoughtless youth...
"but hearing oftentimes...
"still sad music of humanity...
"nor harsh nor grating,
"though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
"And I have felt...
"presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts."
What do you think?
Yes. No.
Mr Wordsworth is...
Well, he's explaining our connection to nature and...
to all of this!
And how that connection...
grows as we age.
Yes.
I've read this poem a thousand times.
Sitting here, I finally feel its true power.
So do I.
I have been trying to clarify something, Miss Bennet.
I would like you to know that it was something of a relief
to end my understanding with Miss Baxter.
We were quite young when we made our agreement.
And over that time, my feelings had changed.
Recently, I found that they had changed quite significantly,
and I hope...
I hope that you'd feel the same way.
Ahoy!
Ahoy, there!
Ahoy!
Is that Ryder?!
- What is he doing here? - William Ryder!
Why is he getting into the water?
Oh, it's absolutely typical of that man,
an impatient and ill thought-through decision.
Mr Ryder, please be careful!
What a beautiful day!
What are you doing here?!
Mr Ryder, please, let me help you onto the boat.
- Mr Ryder... - Come on, Hayward.
- Pull a bit harder. - Careful.
- Mr Hayward! - I'm fine.
How do you always manage to cause such a scene?
It's quite bracing, isn't it?
- Could you help, Miss Bennet? - Yes.
Miss Bennet, could you get an oar, please?
Yes. Of course.
No, no, that's not quite what I meant.
Miss Bennet,
could you get the other oar and hold onto your end?
Yes.
Thank you.
Let go.
The last thing we want is to pull Miss Bennet in.
- Let go! - OK.
- Let go, let go. - Oh, I'm sorry!
Right.
Well, we'll have to swim back.
Yes. Well, we can't leave Miss Bennet here.
- No. - Sorry.
I'm afraid you're going to have to put in more effort than that.
This isn't easy.
Yes, well, we wouldn't be in this situation
if you'd have waited onshore like any other gentleman.
- I think I swallowed some water. - Yes, I'm sure.
Thank you, Mr Ryder.
- Mr Ryder. - Mr Gardiner. Mrs Gardiner.
Please forgive me intruding.
I needed legal advice.
And when I heard Tom was in the Lakes,
well, I could hardly resist.
How lovely to see you, Mr Ryder.
What is this legal matter that simply could not wait?
Oh, it's not urgent. No, let's... Let's enjoy ourselves first.
- Not urgent? - I had not realised
I would find such a happy party gathered here.
You two will catch your death.
Go and change.
On such a beautiful day, I can barely feel the cold.
That was a much more adventurous day than I'd been imagining.
Yes, it was quite unexpected all round.
I mean... What, the Hursts are here!
Greetings from London!
- Miss Bennet. - Mr Hurst.
- Mr Hurst, Mrs Hurst. - What is that smell?
- Is this the whole of your party, or is...? - Louisa?
Have you seen my silver reticule?
- Miss Bingley. - Miss Bingley.
Ryder, why are you undressed?
Well, I have never been anywhere so wet and muddy in all my life.
- And what is that smell? - That's what I said.
That's oxygen, Miss Bingley. That is the smell of fresh air.
Miss Bennet,
no one mentioned you were going to be here.
And yet here I am.
Right. Well, we ought to get ourselves settled
in these frightfully small rooms.
Louisa. Mr Hurst.
Right. I will change and meet you all for supper,
by the fire to warm us up.
And also excuse me, Miss Bennet.
Oh, Mary.
I'm very much looking forward to our climb tomorrow.
As am I.
I've arranged for the guide to meet us here in the morning.
Ah, yes.
Mr Gardiner tells us that you are climbing Scafell tomorrow.
That is true.
Then we shall join you.
You would need to make proper preparations
before undertaking such a climb.
Of course, Mr Hayward would rather confine us
to smooth lakes and calm views.
I would just be happy to make it through the day
without one of your particular adventures.
What about you, Miss Bingley?
Mrs Hurst. Will you join us?
It is a difficult climb?
A most difficult climb.
I have long wished to see the place
that birthed such magnificent verses.
A few inconveniences on the way
are a small price to pay.
Do you read poetry, Miss Bingley? I didn't know you cared for it.
It is a passion I share only with my friends.
Tell me, how long will this climb take?
I think I'll turn in.
It depends on our pace.
I think the guide will be able to give us a better estimate.
- Oh, are you sure? - May I?
Perhaps you and I might walk together tomorrow.
Away from the crowd.
I'd very much like that.
And at the top of the mountain,
we might finish that conversation
that we started on the boat.
Tom. Tom!
Shall we discuss provisions for the climb?
- Oh, yes. - Good night, Miss Bennet.
Good night.
Excuse me, I just...
Miss Bennet,
I have been wanting to speak to you to...
apologise...
for my proposal at Pemberley.
Please, think no more of it.
I now see a way in which it is possible
for us to have all that
and still conform.
I'd hoped to see you again in London,
but I've found you here and that must mean something.
My situation has changed somewhat, and...
Mr Ryder,
we need your knowledge of the mountains
to settle an argument.
One moment.
Miss Bennet, the top of Scafell Pike
is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.
Once we get there...
I will make amends to you.
I had arrived in the Lakes,
determined to make my own way in the world.
Could it be that once I had firmly accepted
I did not wish to marry at all,
I had somehow won the admiration
of two dear friends?
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