Sanditon

We await the arrival of Colonel Lennox

and his company.

Will your family

be joining you, Colonel?

I have no such attachments.

Miss Lambe, I must confess

I noticed you in the Assembly Rooms yesterday.

I wonder what it was that caught your attention.

I want to give my husband a child.

As I am resolved not to marry,

I will need an income.

A governess?

For Mr. Colbourne, of all people?

The position is yours.

You start on Monday.

Miss Heywood.

Colonel Lennox.

Forgive me.

The other day I spoke rashly.

You were honest.

It was refreshing.

Would that every young woman spoke with such candor.

Thank you, Colonel.

But you'll have to excuse me.

You have an appointment? I have a job,

as a governess.

Today will be my first day.

Then I wish you every success.

Though I'd venture you succeed in whatever you put

your mind to, Miss Heywood.

Oh!

And you can expect an invitation.

All the agent could tell us is that Sidney was in Antigua

on your behalf.

And yet he didn't think

to tell me he was going?

Or for what purpose?

Well, he didn't tell any of us.

We have written to your father's employees.

But I'm afraid that it'll take weeks to get a reply.

I shall make my own enquiries.

What can this mean, Arthur?

I am certain it's of no cause for concern.

Sidney will have had your best interests at heart.

Just as I do.

No, no, no!

I've never seen such a fumble-fisted effort.

You could always do it yourself, Aunt.

Well, then, what is the point in having you here?

Oh, leave them.

Give it to Lady Babington.

Well?

Colonel Lennox has invited us to a mess dinner.

Oh.

Oh, I'm not dining in a tent!

Well, he's taken the new Assembly Rooms.

And you're thinking Edward will be there.

I can't help feeling,

what with his reappearance and Dr. Fuchs's prognosis,

that God has taken against me.

Miss Heywood, you're late.

We were expecting you at 9:00.

Mr. Colbourne has asked me to tell you

you will receive your monies at the end of the month.

Although few governesses have lasted that long.

The household is making wagers

as to whether you'll last the week.

But I've a shilling says you will, so for my sake...

Be assured, Mrs. Wheatley, your money is safe.

Very little daunts me when my mind is made up.

When exactly did their last governess... Ah!

Miss Heywood, they haven't scared you away yet?

Miss Heywood has only just arrived, Mr. Colbourne.

Then I shall introduce you to your charges.

Brace yourself.

Leonora?

Girls, you have met Miss Heywood.

She is to be your new governess.

Allow me to reacquaint you.

My daughter Leonora

and my niece Augusta.

Pleased to see you both again.

I trust you will show Miss Heywood more courtesy

than you afforded her predecessor.

Augusta, what was your last lesson?

Embroidery.

Actually, I thought perhaps we... Your books will have to wait,

Miss Heywood, until you have taught them

how to behave like young ladies.

Reading is hardly unladylike.

As you can see, Leonora is in dire need of a feminine hand,

while Augusta

lacks manners, civility,

or any of the qualities

that would make her remotely marriageable.

Good luck.

You must learn to parry, Miss Heywood,

if you want to survive this household.

She's a disgrace!

You must try and be a little more restrained, my dear.

It cost no small amount to repair Lord Kingsley's carriage.

And now Mr. Hartswood...

Why are you so desperate to see me married?

Society is not as kind or as welcoming

as one would hope, Georgiana.

As you know only too well.

And your fortune leaves you vulnerable.

A good marriage will offer you protection.

Acceptance.

Ladies.

Mr. Lockhart.

Why such a solemn demeanor on this fine day, Miss Lambe?

I was in a positively joyous mood, Mr. Lockhart,

until I saw you.

Then I shall leave you to it,

for fear of spoiling your mood any further.

He is approaching the house

in his uniform!

Who?

The soldier who saved me from certain death!

I do not even know his name.

Oh, it is you?

Oh, a pleasure to see you, too, Miss Heywood.

What is your business, sir?

On behalf of Colonel Lennox, I have the honor of inviting

the Parker household

to a mess dinner.

And the colonel

has expressly requested the honor

of Miss Charlotte Heywood's company.

I'm sure she will graciously accept.

Oh, and, uh,

Captain Carter sends his regards

and regrets he is unable to call in person.

Captain Carter?

Is he the soldier from the beach?

Young, handsome?

He is young.

And it's not for me to say if he is handsome.

Then send him my very best regards in return.

Carter!

His name is Captain Carter!

And this will be my first ever grand dinner.

I've already worn Charlotte's good dress.

I will gladly lend you one of mine.

You are a true friend!

I wish it was Captain Carter that had called.

How am I to endure

an entire day without seeing his face?

I saw a pretty hat this morning.

Perhaps you'd like to come and see it with me?

Yes!

If you gently pull the needle up and through...

Miss Heywood.

Yes, Miss Markham?

It is Miss Heywood, isn't it?

Yes.

Uh, then you are not married?

No.

Nor have you ever been?

No.

Then how is that you are to ready me for a life

which you yourself have quite roundly failed in?

That is like having a

riding instructor who has never sat in a saddle.

Or a pirate

that's never gutted a man.

Hmm.

I have never been to France,

yet my French is more than passable.

Ouch!

Damn these needles!

- Miss Colbourne. - Do not give up.

See what I have made just for Miss Heywood.

I do hope I have spelt "spinster" right.

You see it is not a word

I am particularly familiar with.

Nor am I ever likely to be.

I do believe it is time for luncheon.

Come along, Leo.

The governess takes hers in the kitchen, of course.

Alone. But then again,

I suppose you are used to that, poor, dear Miss Heywood.

Esther.

Forgive me, I didn't expect to find you here.

On the promenade or in Sanditon?

Either, if I'm honest.

And yet does it not feel like fate that we should both

find ourselves back here at the same time?

Fate played no part in this.

It's all a contrivance.

You're fooling no one, least of all me.

What will it take to convince you I'm truly repentant?

Try drowning yourself.

Miss Markham's work, I assume?

She is very... adept.