Doctor Thorne (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

You!

Sir! Thorne!

Stop! You stop!

Roger, what's in the wind?

My sister's honour, that's what.

I did not know your sister
and 'honour' were acquainted.

You blackguard! You...

Get up, you coward!

Eh?

Of course I want you, Alexandrina!

I'm going to have all
the de Courcy cousins.



And Beatrice, naturally.

And Mary. You must have Mary.

Aunt Arabella thinks it very important
that all of Augusta's bridesmaids

should be of a calibre far
above the common hoard.

Because the bridegroom isn't?

Really, Beatrice.

- Mr Moffatt is --
- Mr Moffatt is rich.

He has no other quality that
is visible to the naked eye.

- His father was a tailor.
- His father WAS a tailor, many years ago...

.. before he demonstrated
his brilliance of mind.

And made a lot of money.

Sssh. Here is Miss Thorne now.

You all make a charming picture.

We were discussing Miss
Gresham's wedding plans.



The date is set for the
first of September.

Oh, Augusta!

How exciting!

Who are the bridesmaids to be?

Beatrice, of course, and
my cousins, the de Courcys.

I hope you... I'm sorry if you...

Oh, please don't think of me.

I never expected it for a minute.

Miss Thorne is much too sensible
to have imagined any such thing.

It's a lovely time of
year for a honeymoon.

- Where will you go?
- Mr Moffatt talks of Paris.

Whoever heard of going
to Paris in September?

Whoever heard of letting the
bridegroom have a say on the matter?

Mr Moffatt must go where
you choose to take him.

I'm not so sure.

Among ordinary people, the
lady will usually have her way,

but rank has its drawbacks
as well as its privileges.

I shouldn't mind the drawbacks but
I mightn't be up to the privileges.

I'm going to go in. It
must be time to dress.

Augusta?

Once more, I have made an enemy
of the Lady Alexandrina de Courcy.

Well, it's sad you won't be a bridesmaid.

What did Lady Alexandrina mean?

That I was too sensible
to have imagined it?

Why shouldn't I imagine it?

There you are, Mama. You've missed
Augusta's talk of wedding plans.

Mary, I'm afraid it's
time for you to run along.

Beatrice must get changed.

Of course, Lady Arabella. I
only looked in on my way home.

Give my regards to the good doctor.

I hope you weren't encouraging
this bridesmaid nonsense.

- She knows she won't be asked.
- Good.

But why not? When she's the
oldest friend we any of us have?

Because it is my decision.

Isn't it enough your sister will be
Mrs Moffatt for the rest of her life?

I never understand you. If you think so little
of her, why is Mary allowed to come here?

- She has been in this house since you
were children. - Why did you allow it then?

These things matter less with children.

And your father is fond of Doctor Thorne.

Papa always says that the Thornes of Ullathorne
Park are quite as good as the Greshams.

And if she were a Miss Thorne of
Ullathorne, it would be a different matter.

But who is Mary Thorne?

And how precisely is she related
to the family at Ullathorne?

She is Doctor Thorne's niece,
so she must be their cousin.

She is called his niece.

That is all.

And there's the dressing gong.

Come along.

Mary?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I beg to differ.

Something's the matter.

Why didn't you wait for me?

I didn't wait because your mother
drove me away so Beatrice could dress.

Besides, Lady Alexandrina
had had enough of me.

Don't mind Alexandrina. You never have.

- Would you like a ride home?
- No.

You have a dinner to attend

and with all the de Courcys to deal
with, you'd better not be late.

These things are more
relaxed in our house.

If my aunt gives me one more
lecture on whom I should marry,

I will not be responsible for my answer.

Oh, yes, you will.

You'll listen to Lady de
Courcy and nod politely,

or we'll never hear the end of it.

But it seems very hard...

.. when we both know whom I should marry.

What do you mean?

I should marry you, of course.

Much more of that and I'll
make you call me Miss Thorne...

.. and if you say one more word,

I won't be at your party tomorrow night.

Now hurry in, or you will
be late and I'll be blamed.

- You know I'm serious.
- I know you're young.

I'm older than you.

But I'm a woman.

- Uncle?
- Mm?

What do you make of
this marriage of Augusta?

I hope Miss Gresham shall be
very happy as Mrs Moffatt.

And I, of course.

But I don't at all expect it.

No?

No.

I think she degrades
herself by marrying a man

who she does not care a jot for,

who has no breeding and
no charm, but only money.

Well...

So would I degrade myself
by marrying Mr Moffatt?

How can I answer that?

I mean, I know where to rank Augusta.

What I want to know is where
I ought to rank myself.

What's brought this on?

Something Lady Alexandrina
de Courcy said this afternoon.

Lady Alexandrina is a spiteful cat.

Whatever she says, I wouldn't
give it one scrap of attention.

Be honest with me, Uncle.

Tell me first am I a Thorne?

Am I, in truth, your niece?

You are indeed my niece, the child of my
late brother Henry. That I can swear to.

But?

Mary, I would spare you
this, if you'd let me.

I've already been spared for
many long years. Too many.

Very well, if you're determined.

So be it.

Your mother was a village girl.

And, as you've already guessed,
she was not my brother's wife.

Is she still living?

I believe so. In Australia. She
married and has a family there.

But she did not want me.

She wanted you very much.

But her husband made it a condition
that she leave you behind...

.. and start a new life with him.

It was her chance and she took it.

My father did not want me, either?

We'll never know.

He died before your birth.

Your mother came to me with her
dilemma and I offered you a home.

But that's wrong.

It is you that have made a home
for me, for 20 happy years.

So I am not a Thorne of Ullathorne.

To me you are my daughter.

And any man who has the
honour of your love

should be the envy of the world.

Mama, I suppose you know what flirting is.

There was nothing very terrible
in it, that I could see.

Have you noticed this
'flirting' before now?

Frank and Mary have always
been close. You know that.

Maybe.

But being close at 12 is a very
different thing from being close at 20.

Anyway, I thought you should know.

Quite right, my dear.

Honesty is the grounding
of a healthy life.

Now, Mr Moffatt is not yet down.

Go back to your room, wait a few
minutes and then make an entrance.

Frank is coming of age.

You can not avoid this.

You will not spoil Frank's party.

It is your responsibility to
ensure the future of the estate.

How can I order Frank to do anything,

when it is my folly that is
the cause of our discomfort?

- I'll speak to him.
- And what good will that do?

You have already spoken to him many times.

Really, Mr Gresham, I
hope our difficulties

have not consumed your manners
as well as your fortune.

I just don't see how Lady de
Courcy can influence Frank

to do something which
he must find repugnant.

I will explain it is
his duty to his parents,

to his family and to the
line from which he is sprung.

To marry money.

That's it. To marry money.

When I was a child,

my father owned everything you
could see from this window.

King's Hill is gone and Whitehaven.

And that ridge to the right forms
part of the Boxall Hill estate.

Which you sold to the railwayman.

Which I sold to Sir Roger Scatcherd, yes.

I thought it would fund
me for 30 years or more.

Ten years later and every penny is gone.

I do hope Mr Gresham doesn't
imagine we can come to his aid.

- No, indeed.
- Mr Moffatt.

Ah, Mr Moffatt.

I do not think you've met
my brother Lord de Courcy.

- Good afternoon.
- How do you do?

And, Lady de Courcy, may
I present Mr Moffatt?

'Here comes the lover,
Sighing like a furnace,

With a woeful ballad Made
to his mistress' eyebrow.'

I'm sorry?

The Lover, from Shakespeare's
Seven Ages of Man.

Why would he write about her eyebrow?

I understand you are to be elected
for the seat, including Courcy Castle.

Well, I am to stand for election.
It is not quite the same.

Then you must stay,
while you are canvassing.

We will invite Augusta and Frank and
make up a party to support your efforts.

Me?

Come to stay at Courcy Castle?

Yes.

We should be delighted.

(I do hope there is a great
deal of money involved.)

There is, but they're demanding
a crippling settlement from us.

If he is as rich as you say, pay it.

Think of it as an investment.

And I will speak to Frank after dinner.

This is for me.

Not this again!

(Beatrice, no.)

- Can I not comfort my own brother?
- Leave it to your aunt.

Frank, don't be a baby.

You know well enough there is nothing
else that will save the situation.

Except for me to marry money.

And how is that to be brought about?

Have you heard of Miss Dunstable?

Isn't she the American whose
father sold Oil of Lebanon?

Oh, he sold so very much of it!

Her fortune is immense.

I suppose it must be.

Why is she in England?

The very point.

Why would she be in England,
if not to find a husband?

She is coming to stay at Courcy. I
want you to be there to meet her.

I'm studying for my degree and --

Oh, fiddle-faddle! What
do I care for degrees,

when we are trying to
settle your whole life?

How old is she?

What difference does that make?

30.

Perhaps. Or 35.

30 or 35?!

I will not remind you of the
beggar's power of choice.

I will come to Courcy, Aunt, but I
can promise nothing more than that.

Your turn.

Well done, Augusta.

I do not see how it could be
achieved without great awkwardness.

We can't allow a little awkwardness
to put our only son in peril.

But the children are devoted to
Mary. I'm very fond of her myself.

Frank is too fond of her.

Too fond for our own good, if he is
to marry a fortune. Do you deny it?

Tell Doctor Thorne to keep
Mary away from Greshamsbury

until Frank finds a wife, that is all.

You overlook one thing.

Sir Roger Scatcherd has made
Doctor Thorne his man of business.

Certainly where my debts are concerned.

Thorne has negotiated terms for me that I
would not get anywhere else in the county.

And is that a reason
to throw away your son?

You are not being reasonable.

Oh, of course not. When did
you ever think me reasonable?

I see I shall have to unravel
the damage you have made.

But, then again, why not?

I'm quite used to it.

I want no trouble tomorrow evening.

You will not spoil Frank's party.

Good day, Doctor Thorne.

He's still in bed, Doctor.

There's something not
right about his legs.

- And the drinking?
- He's got that Winterbones with him,

writing and writing and
doing his business.

Oh, please send him away.

If I send Winterbones away,
will you keep the drink away?

That's not all.

They came to ask him to run for election.

- Who came?
- The local Liberals, I suppose.

They think Sir Roger is a big man

and might catch the fancy of the town.

He is a big man.

Too big for such tomfoolery.

Well, well, Doctor Thorne,
you've smelled me out.

Come for your fee, eh?

Glad if you're feeling better, Scatcherd.

Better than what?

I've never felt so well in my life.

Indeed, you ain't. That's a lie.

And Winterbones has no place here,
scribbling away, stinking of gin.

Mr Winterbones should go back to London. Lady
Scatcherd can be clerk for the time being.

Winterbones will do no such
thing. So there's an end to that.

Doctor, don't let him talk in that way.

- Don't.
- You can go downstairs.

Go! Now!

Go on!

Stay there till I call you, you hear me?

Aaaaaaah!

Wearing my other hat for a moment...

.. Mr Gresham asks for another
loan on the Greshamsbury estate.

Is there any part of that
left that I do not already own?

I believe so.

Shall we agree to it?

We?

It's not your decision to make. It's mine.

You must do without the stimulus of drink.

Who says I drink?

Eh?

Now, what's this nonsense I
hear about you electioneering?

They want me to stand against the
Greshams' candidate Mr Moffatt.

- Your system couldn't stand it.
- Well, I dare say that's true,

but what gives you the
right to lecture me, eh?

I mean, what have you ever
done that I should listen?

I have not made my mark in public life.

I've built no railways.

I have neither fortune nor title.

But I have some skill in saving lives.

Of course, if you've lost confidence...

I've got no confidence in you.

Get a specialist from London, then.

And keep away from the
brandy until he comes.

Winterbones!

You're to come back in!

Who asks me to?

Sir Roger.

Why did you bring me back up here?

To tell you I've made a will.

You already have a will
and I'm an executor.

You were one of two executors.

Now...

.. you will be alone.

Are the provisions the same,
for Lady Scatcherd and Louis?

Not quite.

My wife will be looked
after, but this house,

the Greshamsbury mortgages, the shares,

the money will all go to Louis Philippe.

- What? All of it? - And as it is,
Louis Philippe can have Greshamsbury,

if he chose to call in the loans.

And what would the great
Lady Arabella do if he did?

She would be sad.

And so would I.

So are you going to the
Greshams' ball tonight?

I've been invited, yes.

I have not.

No, no card for me, though I own the walls
that support them and the floor they dance on.

Yeah, Louis hasn't been asked either,

though young Master Frank will
dance soon enough to Louis's tune.

He'll certainly have a great
responsibility to discharge.

Don't worry about Louis.

And there are no other major
bequests I shall have to deal with?

Not unless Louis dies before he's 30,

in which case, it all goes
to my sister's eldest child.

- What?
- My sister Anna. You remember.

Of course you do.

How could I not?

You have been good over the years, Thorne,

about not resurrecting that tragedy.

I know you're sorry for it.

As sorry as a man can be.

But, say again, 'her eldest
child'? Be more specific.

Do you mean her eldest son?

Have you no name?

I know she has a family,
but names, boys or girls,

ages, they're all lost to me.

If it is a girl, so much the better.

And if it is, I would hope
that you would be of a concern

about her husband, hm?

How have you described them?

'The eldest child of my sister's body.'

Cheer up.

You may die before me,

in which case I'll have
to look after your niece

and find her a husband.

Ho-ho!

Aaaah!

The Reverend Mr Oriel
and Miss Patience Oriel.

How good of you to come,
Mr Oriel. Miss Oriel.

I'm only sorry we couldn't
accommodate you for dinner.

We feel very privileged to be invited.

- Don't we, Patience?
- Indeed we do.

Well, please...

It is nice to have a
gentleman vicar, again.

I never felt poor Trump
was quite up to the mark.

His sister is a pretty girl.

And I gather she has money.

But not enough for our purposes.

That's a nice-ish nag your
father got you this morning.

I was taking a look at him before dinner.

He's a Monsoon, isn't he?

Indeed he is.

Do you remember Lady
Arabella's nephew, Lord Porlock?

My Lord. I haven't seen
you since you were a boy.

Well, it was a good ten years ago.

- Where's Mary?
- She's outside.

Excuse me.

Mary, why are you so unkind to me?

Indeed, I do not mean to be.

Then come and dance.

It would not be appropriate.

Not appropriate to dance with
the girl I'm going to marry?

Let go of me.

Please.

I will let you go.

I will never ask you to marry me again.

If you say here and now
you do not love me.

Frank?

Mama is looking for you.
You're to open the ball.

Good.

You shall open it with him.
Unless Mr Moffatt would object.

So what if he did?

But Frank won't want to dance with me.

- No, I want to dance with --
- Has Miss Oriel arrived?

I believe so.

Then ask her to dance.

You can't object to that.

Not when she's so pretty.

Come along, Frank.

You haven't asked me about my visit.

I suppose Sir Roger was
very demanding, as usual.

Yes, he was.

And yet I am fond of
him, in some strange way.

We have been through a good
deal together over the years,

what with one thing and another.

What things?

Things that might have made us
enemies and yet they have not.

I thought it was vulgar to be
mysterious, so you always tell me.

May I have the honour of the next dance?

Well, my uncle is very tired.

Can the next one be my turn?

I'm afraid Mr Oriel has just asked me.

Do you ever wish we had money?

Only so you wouldn't have
to tire yourself out,

- by going to places
like Boxall Hill. - Ah.

Is that all you want?

I wouldn't mind a bonnet like the
one Patience Oriel wore in church.

- Do you care about bonnets?
- Well, why shouldn't I?

Back there, why wouldn't
you dance with Frank?

How could I accept him when
Mr Oriel had asked first?

Was that the only time he asked
you, in the whole evening?

Uncle, you have told me yourself
I am not worthy of Mr Gresham.

I've told you no such thing.

- You confuse me with the
Lady Arabella. - I see.

And if you were Lady Arabella,

would you be pleased for your
only son and heir to marry

- a nameless b
- Don't say that word.

Not to me.

Very well.

But you will agree it is harsh
to criticise her ladyship

for what you would feel yourself.

But will he authorise the payment?

I should think so. He's in
a sour mood at the moment,

but he never refuses a
loan against this house.

Good.

Mr Gresham, it's not good.

You owe Scatcherd more than
three-quarters of the value of the estate.

And he is changed.

I only wish Lady Arabella had
seen fit to invite him to the ball.

The truth is, he was rather bitter that
neither he nor Master Louis had been included.

It is a pity that you lost the
chance to be good neighbours.

The question is...

will Louis Scatcherd be merciful
to me when his hour comes?

I cannot say.

But if his father insists
on running for election,

that hour may come sooner than we think.

- Hm. - I will leave you
now, but I'll return again.

Good day to you.

Doctor Thorne!

Lady Arabella, good afternoon.

Won't you come in here a moment?

I'm so glad you came here today,

for there is something...
special I want to say to you.

Something, erm... rather particular.

You know what respect and esteem

and real affection we all have for you.

And for Mary also.

So I very much hope, dear Doctor, that you
won't take amiss what I am going to say.

I'll endeavour not to.

Let us not beat about the bush.

You know the squire's position
when it comes to the property.

Indeed, you probably know the
sums rather better than I.

There has been reckless
spending in years gone by.

Racing and gambling,

to say nothing of keeping those
noisy hounds for no good reason.

All of which means that Frank
will inherit a hollow crown.

His only hope of retrieving the
situation is by marrying money.

And worth, Lady Arabella, and a pure heart

and youth and beauty -- I
hope he will marry them all.

Indeed.

But there must be money, or
Frank will be a ruined man.

- You would not want that.
- Certainly not.

Good.

Because I have heard that things...

That is, words have passed
between Frank and Mary...

.. that should never have been allowed.

What things? What words? And who says so?

Doctor, there have been lovemakings
of a very advanced kind.

What took place?

Speak out, Lady Arabella.

I won't have Mary's conduct
impugned by innuendo.

What is it that the
eavesdroppers have heard?

- What's this accusation?
- There has been an offer made.

And who made it?

Of course Frank has been
imprudent. I don't deny it.

There has been fault on
both sides, no doubt of it.

I do doubt it.

I deny it totally.

I can assure you an
offer was made by Frank

and such an offer cannot
be without its allurements.

'Allurements'!

All I am saying is that
it would be inexpedient

for the young people to be
thrown together again, just now.

Would it?

Frank is at Courcy now and he
goes from there to Cambridge,

but when he next returns home,
perhaps it would be better if --

Don't worry. Mary will not set foot
among you from this very moment.

But it must not change the friendly
intercourse between you and this family.

- The squire would not wish --
- Not change it?

Do you think I would break bread in a house
from which my niece has been banished?

You have daughters.

Would you sit down with me if I'd accused
one of them as you have accused her?

Good day to you, madam.

Who is that man with Moffatt?

His agent Mr Cossett. He
manages Mr Moffatt's campaign.

I think you might call him Keith.

Don't hurry me.

Is he going to win?

He says so, but he seems unwilling
to explain his views to the voters,

which can hardly be sensible.

What's this? There you are, Frank.

Why? Where should I be?

Don't be such a quiz.

Now, here is Miss Dunstable.
She's only just arrived.

I shall introduce her.

And later, you may take her into dinner.

Should I propose tonight (?)

Behave.

May I present my nephew, Mr Gresham?

Frank, Miss Dunstable.

Come along, Porlock, and
help me with the tea.

You, too, Augusta.

Augusta!

I hope you're not tired by your journey.

Tired?

Why, in May we came from Rome to
Paris without once sleeping in a bed.

We were tipped out of the sledge three
times coming over the Simplon Pass.

I daresay I can manage a
train journey from London.

I daresay you can.

Besides, I'm looking forward
to discovering my lovers here.

Your lovers?

Oh, I always have some lovers in
pursuit at a large house party.

Before I leave, I shall receive
three proposals at least.

Unless I'm mistaken, Lord Porlock
is boiling up to make one of them.

Does it surprise you?

Not in the least.

Do you think me so very fair?

Of course.

Come, Mr Gresham. We both
know it is not my beauty

but my dollars that renders
me lovely in their sight.

Won't you admit it?

You've heard he's agreed to run against
that Mr Moffatt at the Barchester election?

Mr Gresham told me of the plan.

When I was last here, Sir Roger
thought it was as mad a plan as I did.

He wants to put the Greshams'
noses out, though I don't know why.

It's insanity and I've said as much.

He could not find the energy to
stand upright at the hustings.

He means to do it, though.

- You see the family at Greshamsbury,
do you not, Doctor? - Often.

How's Master Frank?

Master Frank is 'Master Frank' no longer.

He is 21 years old and a
fine, strapping fellow.

You know I was his nurse?

I'd forgotten.

Between him and Louis, I could not
tell you which I loved the most.

You can be proud of Frank
Gresham, I assure you.

But, for now, help me talk
your husband out of his folly

- and keep him in bed.
- Oh, Doctor.

There's no keeping Sir Roger
anywhere he doesn't want to be.

I fear it, truly.

What's this I hear about
your standing for election?

I thought we'd agreed it
was out of the question.

Oh, you mean you don't think I can win.

I think you may very well
win against Mr Moffatt

but, if you do, it may be at
the cost of your own life.

Well, I've a mind to wipe that
smile off the Greshams' faces.

They don't smile very much
these days, I can assure you.

To what do I owe this free visit?

It's about your will.

Well, go on.

Your will specifies that your second
heir is your sister's eldest child.

Only if Louis dies before
he is 30, which he will not.

I'm sure, but the point is...

.. I know your sister's eldest child.

What?

You remember my late brother?

I'll remember him to my dying day.

Then you must also know that
your sister's eldest child

was his child, too.

- But that baby died.
- No.

She did not.

Anna came to me in prison
before she went to Australia

and told me that child was dead.

Your sister wished to sever any connection

between her daughter
and you, or anyone else

so that the girl could grow up in peace
and no-one know her true identity.

But now I would not have you make
her your heir unintentionally,

so... I thought it right to tell you.

Do you see her?

I do.

And does your other niece
Mary know of her cousin?

I don't trumpet it abroad, but Mary
knows your sister's daughter well.

Better than I do.

And is my niece a good girl?

She's an excellent person in every way.

So when can you bring her to meet me?

Well...

.. she's very busy.

Oh, she's a servant girl, is she?

Not exactly, but she does work hard.

Well, I must meet her. I
must make peace with my past.

I cannot promise it.

You cannot stop me, Thorne.

Now that I know that she's alive, I will
find her and I will tell her who I am.

- That's my right.
- Scatcherd, I'm not your wretched wife!

I say you have no rights
over that young woman

and I will not be bullied
into acquiescence!

So, have you taken the temperature
of Barchester, Moffatt?

- Cossett tells me we're on course.
- Does he, indeed?

He's not afraid of old Scatcherd, then?

Sir Roger Scatcherd's
been ill for some time.

Cossett doesn't think
he'll make an appearance

and if he does, it won't be impressive.

You will canvas though, nonetheless?

Oh, yes. Cossett is confident
he has good canvassers.

He should have asked Mr Gresham.

He seems to be better than
any of us at canvassing.

I would not mind Miss Dunstable's
vote, you may be sure.

Why? Does she have property in Barchester?

Mr Moffatt, shall we take the
time to talk a little of our plans?

I really should work on my speech.

Of course.

- If you need any help...
- Mr Moffatt!

Come this minute and
make up a hand at whist!

I hope my enthusiasm excuses my
lack of skill, Lady Alexandrina.

Not a bit. At your first mistake, I shall
rap you on the knuckles with my fan.

You have been warned.

You know how Alexandrina loves to tease.

It doesn't mean anything.

Would you like a game of
whist? I could recruit Frank.

(No, don't disturb him.
Leave him to his work.)

But why should Miss Thorne back off
from you now? What has changed?

My mother is quite against
Mary, that is clear.

And my father is no match for her.

- They would rather you marry me.
- It's not a compliment.

If my bride was possessed of 10,000 a year,
they wouldn't care if she had horns and a tail.

Well, if you'll take my
advice, you'll be true to her.

If Greshamsbury is sold and I
must take work as a lumberjack...

Well said.

Mary, I've decided it's time
that you knew everything.

I've told you that your
father seduced your mother.

I'm afraid there's no other word.

When her condition could
no longer be concealed,

she confessed to her brother.

He was enraged on her behalf.

As any decent man would be.

He was decent in his way, but he
was also... strong and violent...

.. and one night, when he was in
drink, he came upon my brother

and struck a blow... that killed him.

My father dead at my uncle's hand.

Is my birth to encompass every sin?

It wasn't his intention
and the court knew it.

He went to prison, not for
murder, but for manslaughter

and he served ten years.

Is the man who committed
the crime still alive?

It's why I've chosen to tell you.

I heard something about him
returning to the neighbourhood

and I fear it is in search of you.

Do not fear it. He is my mother's brother.

- He has a right to know me.
- He could be very rough in those days.

- If he does contact you, please
tell me at once. - I will.

And thank you.

What for?

For showing me that Lady Arabella
was even more right than I knew.

I am no match for Frank
and never could be.

And now, dearest Uncle, good night.

Mary?