Gentleman Jack

If Marianna and I ever did get together

after all our trials,

finally, the world might make sense.

Mr. Rawson, stealing my coal when I'm not here to manage it.

Could you secure me a loan?

What security could you offer?

The deeds to Shibden.

I still love you,

more than your Miss Walker ever would have done.

Then come and live with me at Shibden.

That is what we always said.

"When Charles dies!"

So what am I supposed to do, just wait, yet again,

for this maybe, sometime, never event?

My cousin and his mother

are coming to us for dinner next Wednesday.

A great kindness if you would join us.

I shan't marry him.

I want to go home.

There's no one there to look after you, Ann.

What have you done?

I don't know.

My dear Aunt.

Providence has once again

bent her gently smiling beams my way.

When I visited Madame de Bourke

in the Rue Faubourg Saint Honoré

and told her of my indecision

whether to go north or south,

she wasted no time in begging me

to accompany her niece, a Miss Sophie Ferrall,

to Copenhagen.

The young lady in question is a sensible girl of 24

who lately turned down a Russian

with an income of 2,000 a year,

as a result of which.

Madame de Bourke barely knew

what to do with her,

and so she is sending her back to her sister,

the Countess Blucher, in Copenhagen.

- He was 20 years older than me.

The Russian.

She didn't tell you that... My aunt?

Mm-mm.

- I would only ever marry for love,

and I told her this,

and she said, "Sophie, you are naive."

Do you think I'm pretty, Miss Lister?

I think you dress prettily.

Yes, but me?

I've seen you looking at me.

- I've seen you looking at me.

- Well, you are very unusual to look at.

What are you running away from?

- Why do you think I'm running away from something?

A woman...

of your rank, traveling alone.

It's a curious thing.

Has someone broken your heart?

What a vivid imagination.

- I think I've touched a nerve.

So?

Who is he?

She?

And so our course is set.

We left Paris and traveled via Meaux to Epernay.

Then on Thursday, we passed into Luxembourg,

and then over the Moselle into Prussian territory.

From Wittlich, we were obliged to hire four horses

to take us over the mountains and arrived in Koblenz

on Sunday at 4:10.

Then at Marburg, I slept in my greatcoat,

as the bed was damp.

At Kassel, Miss Ferrall and I

took a calèche and went to visit

the Palace d'Hercule, which was stunning,

although, hmm, the waterfall was a disappointment.

Just before I left Paris,

I received the letter you forwarded me

from Mrs. Sutherland in Inverness.

Apparently, Miss Walker is no better.

If anything, she sounds worse.

Mrs. Sutherland hinted at some sort of breakdown,

although she gave me no details

as to the nature of it,

and indeed, I got the idea

there was rather more to it than she was saying,

though Lord knows what.

I wrote back three pages full of sound advice...

and hope to hear from her again

when I reach Copenhagen.

Miss Lister.

Oh.

Oh, hell's bells.

- Our John can get over to t'hoss fair in Otley

first thing at morning and buy another,

but we've sent lads home.

There'll be no more sinking this pit

till we get gin turning again.

- You know what I'm going to say to you, though,

don't yer? Eh?

Money.

Buying broken carriage horses

is a damn sight cheaper than hiring

a pair of eight-year-olds

till summat goes wrong,

and then it isn't.

- They said they can sink this pit

at 23 shillings a yard.

- They took a risk, and they've been unlucky,

so they're gonna be breaking

into whatever contingency they budgeted for,

and they've only been at it for six weeks.

Right. Well, what?

Do you want me to write and tell her?

- Well, I think she needs to know

that realistically, she might have to part with more money.

Yes, I know, I know,

but everything's pared down to a minimum as it is,

and it is a damned dangerous business

to be cutting any more corners in.

- I don't think there is any more money.

That's the thing.

- Ah. - That must be her.

- Thomas, our carriage. - Miss Lister!

- Miss Lister, Miss Lister! - Ah, there you are.

- Lady Harriet. - Hello.

Mr. De Hagemann.

- Welcome to Copenhagen, Miss Lister.

- Could we drop Miss Ferrall off

- at the Countess' address in... - Uh, Blancogarde.

- Of course. - Yes, yes.

- How was the passage? - Terrible!

- We've arranged rooms for you at the Hotel Royale

- on the Roskilde Road. - Excellent.

- Our carriage is this way. - Come.

- Eugénie, you tell Thomas it's the Hotel Royale.

- Yes. - Yes, yes.

Wonderful.

It's through here.

- Thank you for coming to get us.

- Will it do? - Ah!

It's perfect.

Thank you.

You've been very kind.

- Oh, Miss Lister, it's a treat having you here.

And Vere says you intend to stay through the winter?

Until the spring.

Then I shall sail to St. Petersburg

and on to Moscow,

unless events take me home.

You don't have any correspondence

for me, do you?

Yes, we do, actually.

- Ah, I took the liberty of giving some of my people

your address. Vere said you wouldn't mind.

- Oh, not in the least. - Not for a moment.

Here we are.

Is this all?

- Yes. - Were you expecting something

particular?

I have a... friend

who's been unwell.

Her sister wrote to me from Scotland

for some advice

while I was in Paris...

Just before I left, in fact, four weeks ago,

and I wrote back, but...

I just thought there might have been something else

from her to let me know how she was.

- Oh, dear. - I... I'm sorry.

She's still there.

She hasn't moved for...

almost half an hour.

- Well, she's not hurting anyone

and getting fresh air, so...

- Did that letter ever turn up? - Hmm?

- Miss Lister's letter from Paris

with her forwarding address in Copenhagen.

- Oh. - No.

- No, I've not seen it. - Have you looked?

Yes.

I told you I had.

Well, it's a mystery, then.

Things get thrown out

occasionally by accident.

- Well, I can't send her my letter, then,

thanking her for her kind advice.

I'm sure she's reached Copenhagen by now.

- Well, I hardly think it matters.

I'm not convinced it was the right thing to do anyway,

trying to involve her again.

Does Ann know you wrote to her?

- No. - I was going to tell her

when Miss Lister replied,

but because you didn't want us to follow her advice,

I was worried that it might cause

more harm than good.

- I don't mind if you want to follow her advice

as regards her seeing a medical man,