Belgravia: The Next Chapter

The loan is secured against your interest in the foundry

- and against Trenchard Imports. - Good.

It was His Lordship's brother.

I've seen him, same place I go.

- What about the baby's father? - That's why I came to London--

to find him.

You may not be able to speak frankly, but I can.

I'm falling in love with you.

He and the Duchess have invited us

to lunch with them on Saturday. - I am simply refusing.

No one will ever see it.

I promise you.

I think perhaps... she can't love me.

If Peter continues to improve,

do you think we might consider reintroducing him to society?

As soon as he is recovered,

you leave this house, and you do not come back!

We did request a banker's draft.

- It isn't usual practice. - You knew we had to act quickly.

Mr. Bricus?

What is wrong with my money, huh?

I reckon he's got a fancy woman.

- He writes to her. - What?

Reverend Trenchard is extremely sick.

He's asked to see you.

Mr. Keck. You were in Paris a long while.

How would you feel about going back?

You are not Father's son.

Liar.

Thank you, dear.

She's been marvelous company for me

now that Emily is so often out.

Emily told me she has a very sad past.

I've always thought she must have done.

Well, apparently she was seduced by a man in her hometown,

and then he left her,

and she had a baby, and the poor little baby died.

That's dreadful.

How are you, my darling?

You look a little tired, if you don't mind me saying so?

You're not unhappy, are you?

I couldn't bear that. I really couldn't.

No. No, I'm fine.

Small difficulties.

So, Emily--

I had hoped to see her.

She's still extremely busy with the bazaar, I take it?

No, no, no, not with the bazaar,

with poor Reverend James.

What do you mean?

I thought Frederick would have told you.

He's dreadfully ill, and he may not recover.

- James? - Emily's devoted to him.

I rather think she's pictured a future with him.

I mean, she's there every minute,

helping his housekeeper to... to care for him.

Father...

James...

It's Frederick, Father.

James...

James...

I have spent the last two days

studying my grandfather's accounts.

I wanted answers as to how he built his company

so quickly and efficiently from nothing.

He borrowed. At times he borrowed

over three times the value of his assets.

It is as I've always said. We are too cautious.

I am a Trenchard and will not be held back

by those with less courage than myself.

So, I take it you wish to borrow more and invest it in what?

- The silver mine? - Yes.

The Marquise sent me some updated forecasts.

- They're highly impressive. - They're certainly optimistic.

If they're correct, we would see a yield of 25 to 30 percent--

What if they're wrong? There's a lot we don't know.

How much silver is left in the mine?

What happens if there's an act of God--

We will thrash out the details.

Do you have a specific reason

for being wary of the investment?

No, Your Lordship.

So, then what will you borrow against?

Your estate in Somerset?

- Your property on Eaton Square? - Absolutely not.

We borrow whatever's left against the Foundry,

against Trenchard Imports, against the patents.

Speak to the bank today, Ross.

I deeply regret what happened on the heath.

I've thought of little else.

I wish I'd been able to predict Peter's seizure

and that I'd been able to prevent your children,

in particular, from witnessing it.

Is the Duke still determined that Peter be sent away?

Yes. Dr. Moorcroft is to make arrangements for Peter

to go and live at a clinic in Switzerland

for the rest of his life.

He will be gone by the end of the year.

Duchess, a thought occurred to me.

Do you remember Dr. Kerry?

- He runs the clinic in Kent. - Yes, of course.

Dr. Kerry and his wife are the very best of people.

They have not been able to have children.

They have a warm, beautiful home,

filled with love, and it occurred to me

that they might be agreeable to Peter living with them.

And you could visit whenever you--

It's a kind thought,

but I'm afraid the Duke would never agree to it.

I have also been thinking about what happened on the heath

and hoping that you were not distracted

by the presence of Lady Trenchard.

I understand she was with you.

May I ask why?

Lady Trenchard is another of my patients, Your Grace.

She finds the clamor of London a little overwhelming,

so I suggested that she take some fresh air.

She did so on only two occasions.

I hope I have not been mistaken in placing my trust in you.

You haven't, and I am grateful for that trust.

Truly, Your Grace, I couldn't value it more highly.

Good evening.

Frederick...

I saw my mother today...

and she told me that James is extremely ill.

Did you know?

- I take it you did. - Yes.

Frederick, please, would you consider going to see him?

- I could go with you-- - I have seen him.

- When? - He did his utmost, as ever,

to try to destroy and discredit me.

What do you mean?

Clara, I did what you would have me do.

I went to him at his request.

I heard what he had to say. Let us leave it at that.

But how did he seem?

- Do you think he will recover? - I really don't know.

Can you please respect the fact

that I do not wish to discuss my brother?

- But-- - Please!

Can we please now go about our lives

like any other couple without this constant drama,

this constant provocation?

I don't mean to provoke you.

I know.

It's late, so...

I'm here if you need me.

I dearly wish I could visit him, but it's out of the question.

Do you know what's wrong with him, exactly?

No, only that he might not survive.

I'll write to Emily.

Well, he's very young, isn't he?

It's likely he will recover.

And with your sister caring for him...

I think she loves him.

I think she hopes to marry him.

What must she be going through?

I'm not sure the Reverend is the marrying kind.

I can't tell you how I come to think this, Your Ladyship,

but you know I'm not one to speak lightly.

I don't think he could ever love... a woman

in the way she would want to be loved,

even a woman as deserving as your sister.

"But Martha was cumbered by much serving

and came to him and said, Lord, dost thou not see

that my sister hath left me to serve alone?'"

Nell, thank you for coming.

How is he, Miss Dunn?

Physically, the doctor says he's mending,

but he is still refusing to eat.

I fear he doesn't wish to live anymore.

Forgive me, but...

sorry, I would be so grateful if you would talk to him.

Please.

Nell...

Is it the loneliness, Reverend...

which frightens you?

I'm... I'm not frightened.

I'm guilty...

of so many sins.

I'm not fit to walk upon the Earth.

Certainly not fit to stand in a pulpit

and pretend I know how people should behave.

Your words...

your thoughts...

have often been all that holds me to the world.

If there's wickedness in you,

there is so much more in me and--

Nell, you don't understand.

God despises me, rightly.

He's... He's turned his back on me.

I think you're wrong.

I think that's something we tell ourselves

to justify our inability to face the truth

and live with it, day after painful day.

The least we can do is dedicate our lives to others

our usefulness, our hearts.

Through serving others, we are serving God

and reaching for a way back to him.

I'm certain of that now.