Gentleman Jack

You do know what people say about her, don't you?

She's a bit like a man.

Don't be absurd.

I understand you're leasing out your coal.

Per acre, 226 pounds, 17 shillings, and six pence.

If I don't get my price, I shall sink my own pits.

I think she's bluffing.

We should just bide our time and see what happens.

What she really needs is a good friend.

And perhaps, she's found one.

I think you're a little bit in love with me.

I do have tender feelings for you.

I'm going on this excursion with my cousin, Catherine.

I wish you could come with us.

I've been invited to a wedding.

- I don't want to go. - Why don't you want to go?

It's complicated.

If you went, the thing that seems complicated

might sort itself out.

We're going to the Lake District.

Ma'am, Mrs. Stansfield Rawson

and Miss Delia Rawson.

- Oh, of course. - Show them in.

Oh, Miss Lister.

Mrs. Rawson.

- Miss Rawson. - Do come in.

How nice to see you.

How are you, my dear?

- Miss Walker is very well indeed,

better than she's been in a long time.

And how are you?

- I'm... I'm very well, thank you.

- Good. - Sit down.

Well, as you have company,

perhaps we ought to come back another time.

Oh, if you like.

- You do look very well, my dear.

Your trip to the Lake District with Catherine

has obviously done you a power of good.

She's talked about nothing else since she got home.

- Your resemblance to your sister

is remarkable, Miss Rawson,

except the lips,

I think, are fuller.

- How surprised we all were, however, Miss Lister,

when Catherine told us that you had turned up

so unexpectedly.

- Oh, really? - But I adore the Lake District.

Wild horses wouldn't keep me away.

Any excuse.

And anyway, I had nothing else to do that afternoon.

- You definitely think it's the right thing to do?

Yes.

She might laugh.

- She'd be daft to laugh, situation she's in.

- I worry about us not being able

to speak the same language.

Oh, come.

What you've got to be certain about is, is it what you want?

First time I saw her.

When she stepped out of that high flyer

and then spewed up, I knew.

- Well, then, it's worth risking a refusal then,

isn't it, if you feel like that?

- You'll be me best man, won't you?

Morning.

Hello, John.

What's up?

- We need your help. - Well, he does.

All right.

Well...

I was...

- He was wondering about asking Eugénie

how she might feel about marrying me.

- What? - Him, him.

Not me. Him.

- John Booth, you dark horse!

- Yes, only, obviously, I'd need your help,

Mrs. Cordingley, to ask her.

So hang on.

You want me to propose by proxy for you?

- Yes. - What do you think?

- And to pass the baby off as yours?

- Yes, obviously. - That's the point.

Eh, but if you could tell her as well

that I think she's very beautiful

and I'd be very honored

and I'd do everything I could to make her very happy.

Oh, isn't he lovely?

If she won't have you, John, I will.

- You do know, if she works it out,

she'll sack you, and your feet won't touch the ground.

- Babies come early all the time.

Eh...

Oui.

Really?

- If we do go to Switzerland and Rome...

If?

Sorry. When.

When we go to Switzerland and then Rome,

um, I can't go until after February.

I've got people,

friends, coming to stay,

and I can't really put them off.

I mean, I can,

but it would just be easier if I didn't.

Of course.

- But then once they've gone... - Of course.

- I mean, in many ways, I'd like to put them off.

I'd prefer it, but... - If the thing's been arranged,

- you must stick with it. - Mm.

Sit down.

I was so happy

when you turned up in Eskdale.

I'd been, um...

I'd been feeling rather low,

and I-I knew that if there was

one face in the world I'd be delighted to see,

it was yours,

and then there you were!

- Mm. - You know, um...

before I went up there,

that day,

we were in my sitting room,

and you said...

Um...

You implied that you...

wanted to...

Kiss me.

And... and then you were embarrassed,

but, well, you shouldn't have been.

Because it doesn't frighten me.

Really?

Married?

Yes, ma'am.

So we wondered if... if you... you c-could tell...

Ask Miss Lister.

- Eugénie is Anne's lady's maid,

and you're outdoor staff, John,

so strictly speaking, that's her juris...

Yes, I know that, but...

She won't like it, will she? So...

- So you want me to be the messenger

that gets shot?

It's sudden.

- Yes, but sometimes, that's how it is.

- I didn't know you spoke any French, John.

Oui.

- I can't remember when I've spent

so pleasant a day.

I wonder if tomorrow,

you might pay a call,

a sort of formal call

on my aunt.

Of course, if you like.

Thank you, James.

Um, and then, tomorrow evening...

would you like to come for dinner,

and then...

stay all night?

Are you sure?

Where have you been?

I was on the cusp of sending the servants out

looking for you.

It's past 10:00. It's pitch dark!

You've been out all day.

You didn't come back for dinner.

No one knew where you were!

I had to send for Dr. Kenny.

- Why? - For Aunt Anne!

She's had spasms in her stomach,

not helped by the fact

that she's been in a host of miseries

wondering where you were,

imagining you'd had your throat slit

by a madman in the dark!

Lock up!

- Are you all right? - What happened?

Stomach cramps.

I was only over at Lightcliffe.

- Yes. - We didn't know that, did we?

- Thank you, Marian. - You're impossible.

- Yes. - You're ridiculous.

- You're so selfish! - Quite possibly.

Now, I need to talk to Aunt Anne.

Will you, in future,

think about others whilst you're living here?

Whilst...

Yes, certainly. Thank you.

- Oh! - Oh!

Right, good night.

She worries about you.

- She needn't. - But we all do.

- As long as you're all right. - That's all that matters to me.

But where were you?

It's been a rather unusual day,

and a happy one.

I was with Miss Walker.

We've become friends.

She confides in me.