Belgravia: The Next Chapter

- I can't stay here... - Clara. Please.

No, no, no, no.

If you could step outside for a moment, Your Lordship?

I believe I know what you're thinking, sir,

But it was an accident.

It turns out that this chivalrous clergyman

is your brother, Lord Trenchard.

I didn't realize James lives so close by.

My brother supplanted me in my father's affections.

From the day he was born, he turned my father against me.

I hope I'll meet him soon. You like him, I think?

I like everything about him.

How is our poor girl?

She can't stay here indefinitely.

Propriety forbids it.

You know, it really would help if you could tell me your name.

Nell.

We have our first miracle.

No one will ever hear a single word

about your past from me.

I received a note from Lord Trenchard.

A business proposition.

He has no need to make money.

I want something on a larger scale.

It takes only 10 or 20 minutes

to convert five tons of iron into steel.

Might the proposal be of interest to you?

Clara--she is not an ordinary girl.

You should trust her.

They seem happy,

especially since they went to Glanville.

What happened there then?

You make me strong.

Lady Trenchard? I called in on you again.

Yes, I know.

You seemed unhappy that night.

You know nothing about me or my husband.

You know nothing of what he's had to deal with.

Please stay away from us.

Does His Lordship's brother ever call here?

Some things are better left well alone.

- And some are better mended. - Not this.

Whew!

Ellerby? My God! What on earth?

The blood's not mine. It's other people's.

We're fine.

There was some trouble at the end.

The police charged into the crowd.

What? I... I thought it was a legitimate rally.

It was. There was no need for it.

But no one was killed?

No, no. A lot of cuts to the head

and some badly beaten arms and legs.

- He saw to most of them. - It was madness.

Injuries like that can ruin a working man's career.

We had to save one man from being arrested.

He was concussed.

We pretty much had to carry him back to the road

with police whistles blowing behind us.

Right.

This is the last time I send you two off for an afternoon

- in the country. - Oh, stop.

Until then it was actually a great day.

It was a great turnout.

There were even speakers from the London Corporation,

saying the enclosure should be stopped.

But at least now the press will have to report it.

Yes, but imagine what they'll say.

"Riots on Wanstead Flats.

Violent protestors tear down fences."

Hopefully some people will guess the truth of it.

Uh, don't tell me someone's actually

paid you, Stephen Ellerby?

Lord Trenchard. Payment in full.

- Ah. He of the beautiful wife. - Yes. The beautiful wife

who I shall probably never see again.

To freedom and surviving the fray.

I love you.

If we were to have a daughter one day,

what would we call her?

What would you like to call her?

I don't know.

Isabelle, perhaps.

Isabelle Clara Trenchard.

I like "Clara."

It was my grandmother's name.

Our son would be Frederick, of course.

Hmm, he wouldn't have to be.

Were you named for anyone?

No.

They picked my name out of the ether.

My grandfather's name was James.

I sometimes wonder...

What?

I only hope I would be a better father than I was a son.

I won't let you do this.

I won't let you do this.

I can do that, Your Ladyship.

- Did you find the address? - Yes.

Good. We'll need the carriage.

Come with me.

You are to take care that this child

be brought to the bishop to be confirmed by him,

so soon as he can say the Creed, the Lord's Prayer,

and the Ten Commandments in the vulgar tongue.

Be further instructed

in the Church Catechism set forth for that purpose.

There, little fellow.

Welcome.

Thank you, Reverend Trenchard. A beautiful service.

My pleasure.

I look forward to baptisms more than anything else.

- A church? - Yes.

In Chelsea.

And the Vicar...

was the Reverend Mr. Trenchard.

Does His Lordship have a brother? A cousin?

I did hear about a brother,

but he's never come here to my knowledge.

Perhaps they're estranged.

I don't know, and we're certainly not encouraged to ask.

His Lordship does have a brother,

the Reverend James Trenchard.

May I ask how he's come to your attention?

I just heard mention of the name, that's all.

Wondered if he might be related.

Well, if he should ever happen to come here,

please come and fetch me at once.

- I'll deal with him personally. - Yes, Mr. Enright.

Well...

he knows something.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Nell...

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Dunn...

It's a great pleasure to meet you at last.

Oh, and you, too, I must say, Reverend.

Your name is mentioned on almost a daily basis.

Mother exaggerates.

Well, I'm glad to hear that

I've achieved a degree of notoriety.

Please, sit down. The tea please, Nell.

I hope that I shall see you at St. Jude's before too long.

Oh, yes. Yes, I do hope so, too.

I must confess, I have found it rather difficult

to, um, venture forth since we came here.

The change, I suppose, since...

losing my beloved husband and then being quite uprooted.

I completely understand.

You have lost the center of your world.

Yes, I... I have.

How kind you are.

He was the center of my world,

of all our worlds.

Well, as long as you know

there's a warm welcome awaiting you.

We're not a very frightening bunch,

are we, Miss Dunn?

Quite the opposite.

And you, Reverend Trenchard, are you a married gentleman?

I'm not.

Oh, I should have thought you would be.

- You are extremely handsome. - Mother...

I... I would have thought you would need a wife for succor.

I am so absorbed in my ministry.

And my... my parish ladies

couldn't be more helpful and, uh...

But not for... succor.

What did you think of our dear Nell, Reverend?

Wonderful, really, to see her looking so much recovered.

Yeah.

Thank you both for what you've done.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Any help I can offer?

Is there someone I might write to, to say you're safe?

I needn't say where you are.

There's no need. Thank you.

You have been through some troubling times, I think.

In our darkest hours, it's easy to believe

that the Lord doesn't see us...

but he does.

And his love endures...

no matter how we fail.

Dear Lord...

bless your servant, Nell.

Let her feel the warmth of your spirit,

so that she knows that she is not alone.

I thought you'd like to know that the Mrs. White

have been telling me about the annual bazaar.

- Ah, yes? - Yes.

And I have volunteered to take charge of proceedings.

I hope that meets with your approval.

Forgive me, but... the Lord be praised,

the last couple of years it's been something of a, uh--

A fiasco?

I gathered.

Well, not anymore.

I couldn't be more grateful.

The Marquise is avoiding us.