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Mrs Reilly's ghost! In the woods!

She's brought her sister's baby home with her for a while

to give Sarah some respite.

Don't get up. I just wanted to see how you got on with those books.

Shouldn't have troubled yourself, ma'am!

It's been deceit from start to finish with you.

You are on your own, Wickham, I'm finished with it.

Denny. Don't be a bloody fool.

Wickham?

Denny! I killed him!

There's a sad inevitability to the way George Wickham has ended up.

Hardcastle will want alibis from everyone.

We were all together last night, of course.

Except for you, Colonel, and your night-time excursion.

At the present time, our one suspect is yourself.

Why would I kill him?!

I'm taking him into custody and charging him with the crime.

Prepare yourself, Darcy. If he's found guilty, you know the outcome.

Who's a naughty soldier, then?

That's my soldier there.

Madam.

Mr Darcy's late this morning?

He has already been in, madam. I thought you knew.

Did Daddy come and see you this morning?

The ladies are still settled, I hope?

All is calm. Your ministrations were quite effective.

Excellent. Well, if you're sure I'm no longer needed...

You have many calls on your time. I'm grateful for your attendance.

Sister Reynolds. Have you seen Mr Darcy?

No, madam.

Er... Can you gather all the servants in the ballroom

as quickly as possible. Of course.

And not a word about what's happened, we must try to maintain absolute calm.

Oh, my goodness, is this what Derbyshire is like?

Is it?

Poor Denny shot at and dearest Lydia nearly murdered in the woods.

Calm yourself, madam. I don't know what to make of it all.

I've fine daughters...

Thank you.

..thank goodness, four of them found husbands, even poor Mary,

who I was always worried about, she takes after my husband's side

when it comes to looks! Mother, please...

I heard footsteps, Lizzy, on the gravel, all through the night!

It was only the constables, all is well.

It doesn't seem well to me. Oh... Oh, my heart.

No-one cares about my poor nerves, I always suffer in silence.

Oh, thank goodness! Thank goodness!

There were new symptoms overnight, doctor! I really don't know what to make of them,

but I did manage to write them down...

Look. Oh, what foresight, Mrs Bennet.

Come with me, come with me...

Oh, Lizzy.

Er... Ahem.

Um... Ahem!

Look, can wait a minute, please?

Can I have your attention?

Please! Thank you.

The ball...is cancelled.

God, what a mess! How could you let this happen?!

I haven't done anything wrong!

Anyway, I'm the one who's stuck in this stinking jail cell!

Keep your mouth shut, Wickham, the less you say about any of this the better!

Better for me?

Or...better for you?

Are you threatening me, sir?

I was merely pointing out that we depend on one another

rather more than we did yesterday.

I'll remind you of who I am!

Thank Darcy for his generosity to my jailers,

but he'll need to dig a little deeper, though.

I want a better room!

This is more than you deserve.

Darcy was always so mean with his wealth.

Mean! Do you realise what is at stake here?!

Darcy could lose his good name over this scandal!

And who knows what the repercussions for Pemberley could be,

or for the hundreds of souls who depend on it?!

And all because of you!

I didn't realise how important I am.

How wonderful of you to let me know!

God, I could...!

Kill me?

We both have reasons to keep quiet, don't we, Colonel, eh?

In the meantime, you and Darcy will do all you can to get me

out of here.

Oh, and order me some proper food, would you?

None of this muck!

Come along now, don't dawdle.

Take your places, quick as you can.

You should have a clean apron...

We shouldn't have been down those woods, I told you, Joan!

- He was arrested. - That's what I heard.

Wait until Mr Darcy has addressed you.

Thank you, everyone, for gathering so promptly.

It is my sad duty to inform you all,

that death came to Pemberley last night.

The victim, one Captain Denny, has been removed from the premises.

He was not known at Pemberley,

and our deepest condolences are now with his family and friends.

If any of you have any information, please do come forward.

Sir Selwyn Hardcastle, who may be familiar to some of you,

will be interviewing you all individually today.

No-one is suspected.

So please answer his questions as simply and honestly as possible.

That's all.

We would like to thank you all for the many hours you've spent

preparing for the Lady Anne Ball.

It is the great regret of Mr Darcy and myself that it should be in vain, and for so tragic a reason.

We rely, as always, on mutual support

and devotion that is at the heart of our lives here at Pemberley.

Have no fear for your safety, or for the future.

Pemberley has weathered many a storm in its long history,

and this one, too, will pass.

Thank you.

Back to work!

Did you hear that?!

You heard Mrs Reynolds, back to work.

Did you see him?

Well?

The man is an ungrateful wretch.

No news there.

Darcy...

I know this situation entails difficulties for you which

few can understand.

If there is any way in which I can help...

Thank you, cousin. That won't be necessary.

I must say, this year's ball is livelier than I thought...

Have you met the new Mrs Darcy?

No, but I'm told she has fine eyes!

They must be fine indeed.

I hear her father's estate is worth barely two thousand a year!

Goodness. There's worse!

Her younger sister's married George Wickham, no less,

and in circumstances best not mentioned!

I wonder if Darcy's regretting his choice of bride?!

I must send out a letter to our guests cancelling this evening.

No doubt it'll make many a day.

Oh, everyone will be so disappointed!

There's only one thing people like more than a good dance,

and that's a good scandal.

There's no scandal here.

Everything we do now has to send out a signal that

life at Pemberley carries on as it always has.

Yes. Of course.

Well, I can do something! I need to help.

I hardly think... Perhaps Georgiana and I could do this together?

Yes! And if Henry delivers the letters people will be far less likely to ask awkward questions!

Henry might be an appropriate errand boy, but I hardly think Georgiana is!

I think she should leave Pemberley immediately

and put as much distance as possible between herself and this affair.

Yes, the Colonel's right, you should be away.

I'll write and suggest she goes to Rosings.

I don't want to go to Rosings! I know it's not her favourite place, but I'm sure...

Surely Miss Georgiana can speak for herself!

You don't have to be a disciple of Miss Wollstonecraft to

believe women should have a voice in matters that concern them!

For God's sake, save the diatribe for the Old Bailey! Gentlemen, please!

We must try to temper ourselves.

Please don't send me away.

My place is here, with you and Elizabeth and little Fitzwilliam!

To support you all in a time of crisis,

surely there's no wrong in that?

If you feel that strongly, then, yes, of course you must stay.

I apologise, sir, I spoke out of turn.

Make your apology to the Colonel, not to me.

Please excuse me.

I shall be glad of your help.

Sir Selwyn, some breakfast? No time.

I shall need to interview everyone today - your guests too, I'm afraid.

Is that really necessary? We were all together last night.

Except for Colonel Fitzwilliam,

whom I hear took it into his head to go out alone.

Colonel Fitzwilliam is my cousin. I've known him since I was a boy!

Then he's told you where he went?

I don't need to know.

A solitary excursion so late in the evening - it's strange,

you'll admit.

Stranger still is the way the victim behaved.

We know from the driver that they were in the darkest

part of the woodland when the coach was ordered to stop.

Wickham's plan to trespass the ball was ill-mannered, to be sure,

but for Denny to be so provoked that he'd abandon the safety

of the carriage and plunge into woods he was unfamiliar with...

It doesn't make sense.

Were Captain Denny and your husband quarrelling inside the carriage?

They weren't talking at all, it was so dull of them!

Do you know of any reason why they might have been angry with

one another?

Possibly, yes.

Go on.

I have often wondered, well -

if Captain Denny was secretly in love with me.

It would made Wickham so cross!

Lydia's always looked just like I did as a girl!

Did Captain Denny ever declare himself?

Of course not!

Do you ever receive any indications of interest from him? Looks? Sighs?

No, he always treated me with the greatest indifference,

and avoided me at every possible chance.

There you have it! It's a sign, surely?