01x08 - Chapter 8

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I could not remember

when I'd last felt
so ready for change -

a new beginning.

As I travelled to the Lakes,

I reflected on
what the Gardiners had taught me.

They did not consider happiness
a matter of chance.

Instead, they did everything
in their power to cultivate it.

Through them I could see another way
of being.

I just want to stretch my legs.
Be quick.

Of course, Mother. I will be swift.

Anne!

Mary!

What are you doing here?

I'm with Mr and Mrs Gardiner.
We're travelling to the Lakes.

What? What are you doing here?

Oh, Mary,
we've much to catch up on.

My mother and I
were just taking a rest at the inn.

We're heading home to Nottingham
for two weeks.

But what of you and Mr Hayward?

Are you engaged at last?

Actually, Mary,

Mr Hayward and I
ended our agreement.

Sorry?
I'm now engaged to Mr Powell,

who I met at Mr Ryder's supper.
Anne! Oh!

My mother's calling.

I've got so much to tell you.

How is Mr Hayward?

He took the news
as well as could be expected.

I cared deeply for
Mr Hayward, but we were not a match.

He had for many years been trying
to advance his career,

so that we might be married.

It was taxing on us both.

I'm sorry.

You will see him at the Lakes,
will you not?

Take care of him for me.

Of course.

Anne!

Oh! I must go, but I will call
for you on your return to London.

Poor Tom.

He must be heartbroken.

Oh, yes, he must.

"Now, while
the birds thus sing a joyous song,

"And while the young lambs bound

"As to the tabor's sound

"To me alone there came a thought
of grief -

"A timely utterance gave that
thought relief,

"And I again am strong."

Did you sleep well, Mary?

I had a dream
that Mother came to fetch me.

It was quite frightening.

Your mother will not
follow you here.

Can we be sure of that?

Mary, your Mother hates nature

and any form of inconvenience.

And the North more generally.
Indeed.

Look who I found.

Tom! I'm so pleased
that you were able to join us.

I'm not interrupting.
No. Not at all.

We're very pleased to see you.

I thought long and hard
about what you said.

I said that he works too hard

and should enjoy himself
occasionally.

How lovely
that someone listens to me.

Well, we all hang on
your every word, my dear.

Tom, join us. I've already eaten.

Oh, well, in that case,
why don't you two go out

and get some fresh air,
before we head to the lake?

Good idea. Yes!

I.. Oh, yes.

BOTH AT ONCE: I have some...
Very clean air.

Sorry. Forgive me.

It was nothing. Please.

Miss Bennet, I wondered
if this might be of use to you.

It's Mr Wordsworth's guide
to the Lakes...

..where geography meets poetry.

Thank you.

It is most fortunate
that you're able to join us.

How was your time at Pemberley,
Miss Bennet?

Oh, Pemberley was...

..very busy.

I'm pleased to hear
that your mother has recovered.

Oh, yes. My mother was...

..very much back to her old self.

That is a good thing, is it not?

Oh, well. No. Yes, but...

Well, in her strengthened state...

..I think she may be
more disappointed in me now

than she has ever been.

Well, I'm very surprised
to hear that.

Oh, you have not met my sisters,
Mr Hayward.

They are, each of them,
beautiful and accomplished.

I do not compare well,
as my mother often observes.

Miss Bennet.

I am so sorry that anyone

has ever made you feel
like a disappointment.

I bumped into Anne Baxter
on the way here.

At the Coaching Inn, quite by chance.

I'm sorry, Mr Hayward.

I understand you must be
suffering terribly.

Well, I...

Thank you.

I heard our friend Mr Ryder
came to visit you at Pemberley.

Oh. Well, yes...
Mary, Tom, we should get going.

Yes.

Oh, well, we will speak again.
Yes, quite.

I read in my fishing book
that we need to find the creases,

where the current meets calmer water.

So now... No, you're holding
the line too tightly,

and you should never have
an overfilled spool.

No. Just loosen it a little.
Yes. Forgive me.

Now, cast off. Ah!

What's the name
of that mountain there?

I believe that is Scafell.

Mr Wordsworth's sister Dorothy
climbed Scafell, did she not?

She did. Said that you can see
all the way out to sea from up there.

Oh, how wonderful!

Would you be prepared
to attempt climbing it with me?

Really? Do you think we could?
I'd like to.

Are you skilled
at physical pursuits, Miss Bennet?

No, not in the least.
I think I felt a tug!

But I'm enthusiastic.

I'll get the net. Well, that'll do.
That and good boots.

What is it?

I hope I didn't speak out of turn
when I mentioned

Mr Ryder's visit.
Oh, no. Oh, no, not at all.

No. I really, only...
I only hope that I didn't

speak out of turn
by mentioning Miss Baxter.

Oh, no, not at all.
Not at all.

Miss Baxter and I...

Mr Ryder's visit was brief
and it was uneventful.

Something is definitely pulling.
Ah! Oh.

It's sizeable. Bring it in slowly.

No, no, just let the rod do the work.

Oh. No. So lift and reel.

So lift and reel.

Oh! Lift and reel.

Perhaps this'll be your supper
for the evening.

I'm not eating that.

It was moving.

No, I cannot show you, Mr Hayward.

My sketches, they're an offence
to both the lake and to art itself.

That is quite a feat, Miss Bennet.

Well, for the sake
of lifting your spirits,

I'll show you my own
disastrous drawings.

But please tell no-one
of what you see.

Do not show me
if you're being modest,

I shall feel wretched
if yours are actually well-drawn.

No, they are not.
And I have to warn you,

it will be impossible
for you to ever think of me

as a man of feeling
once you've seen these.

I have no artistic talent at all.

No. These are...
No, these are quite terrible.

I mean, I don't even know
what that is.

That! That is a duck, Miss Bennet.

It has too many legs.

Well, could we say
that it is stepping on a plant?

I don't think we could. No. No.

MR GARDINER SNORES
No.

Perhaps we would enjoy the view more

if we weren't trying to replicate it.

Well, I certainly would.

We could go riding.

Do you ride much, Miss Bennet?

No, that's another thing
I possess no skill for.

At Pemberley,
I went riding with Mist...

Um...with Mr Ryder.

Oh, yeah.

Um. No...

Mr Ryder and I are not engaged...

..if that's what you thought.

In fact, I'm trying to think

of a different future for myself.

I was wondering whether governessing

might be possible,
outside of my family.

I think you would be
an excellent governess.

But, Miss Bennet, do you not think

that you might perhaps...

..find yourself a match?

Oh, no.

No. Mr Hayward, no.

I'm at peace with that.

Do you not think it might be worth

you having one last look about...

..just to make sure?

No, I've learnt my lesson.

Any looking about will only lead
to disappointment.

Anyway, I'm sure... I'm sure you
do not wish to discuss engagements.

Well, the truth is...
LOUDLY: Is that a lark...

..that sings...

..Mr Hayward?

Oh, perhaps it is a thrush.
No, no.

The lark is more melodic.

The thrush is...

Well, I mean, it's sort of more...
It has a variety of sounds.

More like...

Yes.

But they may sing differently
up here.

In London, they sound like,

I find the lark is a bit more...

I think the lark's quite
a difficult one to get right.

It's quite shrill.
Hard on the throat.

Yes. In truth,
the only bird call

that I'm entirely confident with
is that of the London pigeon.

Come in.

Good evening, Mary.

How have you enjoyed your day?

Very much so.

You and Mr Hayward get along
very well.

He must surely be quite devastated
about Anne Baxter.

If he is...

..he's concealing
his heartache quite convincingly.

He seems in good spirits.

I always wondered
if they were entirely well-suited.

Really?!

I'm sure Mr Hayward
felt that they were.

Did he?

Good night, Mary.

"The landscape."

You can't...

What are you reading?

Tintern Abbey.

That is my favourite.
I am quite fed up with it.

Does not easily give up its secrets.

Would you read it to me?

From where you are.

Well...

"In hours of weariness,

"sensations sweet felt in the blood
and felt along the heart...

"..and passing even into
my purer mind...

"..with tranquil restoration.

"Feelings too of unremembered...
Unremembered pleasure..."

Would you mind? Could you read on?

I'd just like to take some notes
on that last bit.

I will read on, but perhaps

you could try not to worry
about notes, Miss Bennet.

"For I have learned to look
on nature...

"..not as
in the hour of thoughtless youth...

"..but hearing oftentimes...

"..still sad music of humanity...

"..nor harsh nor grating,

"though of ample power
to chasten and subdue.

"And I have felt...

"..presence that disturbs me
with the joy of elevated thoughts."

What do you think?

Yes. No. Um...

Mr Wordsworth is...

Well, he's explaining our connection
to nature and...

To all of this!

And how that connection...grows

as we age.

Yes.

I've read this poem
a thousand times.

Sitting here,
I finally feel its true power.

So do I.

I have been trying
to clarify something, Miss Bennet.

I would like you to know
that it was something of a relief

to end my understanding
with Miss Baxter.

We were quite young
when we made our agreement.

And over that time,
my feelings had changed.

Recently, I found that they had
changed quite significantly,

and I hope...

I hope that you'd feel the same way.

SHOUTING: Ahoy!

Ahoy, there!

Ahoy!

Is that Ryder?!

What is he doing here?
William Ryder!

Why is he getting into the water?

Oh, it's absolutely typical
of that man -

an impatient
and ill thought-through decision.

Mr Ryder, please be careful!

Oh, what a beautiful day!

What are you doing here?!

Mr Ryder, please, let me help you
onto the boat.

Mr Ryder... Come on, Hayward.
Pull a bit harder.

Careful.

Mr Hayward! I'm fine.

How do you always manage
to cause such a scene?

It's quite bracing, isn't it?

Could you help, Miss Bennet? Yes.

Miss Bennet, could you get
an oar, please?

Yes. Of course. Ah.

No, no, that's not quite
what I meant.

Miss Bennet, could you get the other
oar and hold onto your end?

Yes.

Thank you.

Let go.

The last thing we want is to pull
Miss Bennet in.

Let go! OK. Let go, let go.
Oh, I'm sorry!

Right.

Well, we'll have to swim back.

Yes. Well, we can't leave
Miss Bennet here.

No. Sorry.

I'm afraid you're going to have
to put in more effort than that.

This isn't easy.

Yes, well, we wouldn't be
in this situation

if you'd have waited onshore
like any other gentleman.

I think I swallowed some water.
Yes, I'm sure.

Thank you, Mr Ryder.

Mr Ryder. Mr Gardiner.
Mrs Gardiner.

Please forgive me intruding.

I needed legal advice.

And when I heard
Tom was in the Lakes,

well, I could hardly resist.

How lovely to see you, Mr Ryder.

What is this legal matter
that simply could not wait?

Oh, it's not urgent. No, let's...
Let's enjoy ourselves first.

Not urgent? I had not realised
I would find

such a happy party gathered here.

You two will catch your death.
Go and change.

On such a beautiful day,
I can barely feel the cold.

That was a much more adventurous day
than I'd been imagining.

Yes,
it was quite unexpected all round.

I mean... What, the Hursts are here!

Greetings from London!

Miss Bennet. Mr Hurst.

HAYWARD: Mr Hurst, Mrs Hurst.
What is that smell?

Is this the whole
of your party, or is...? Louisa?

Have you seen my silver reticule?
Oh.

Miss Bingley. Miss Bingley.

Ryder, why are you undressed?

Well, I have never been anywhere
so wet and muddy in all my life.

And what is that smell?
That's what I said.

That's oxygen, Miss Bingley.
That is the smell of fresh air.

Miss Bennet, no-one mentioned
YOU were going to be here.

And yet here I am.

Right. Well, we ought
to get ourselves settled

in these frightfully small rooms.

Louisa. Mr Hurst.
Right. I will change

and meet you all for supper...

..by the fire to warm us up.

And also excuse me, Miss Bennet.

Oh, Mary.

QUIETLY: I'm very much looking
forward to our climb tomorrow.

As am I. I've arranged for the guide
to meet us here in the morning.

Ah, yes. Mr Gardiner tells us

that you are
climbing Scafell tomorrow.

That is true.

Then we shall join you.
You would need

to make proper preparations
before undertaking such a climb.

Of course, Mr Hayward would rather
confine us

to smooth lakes and calm views.

I would just be happy
to make it through the day

without one of your particular
adventures.

What about you, Miss Bingley?

Mrs Hurst. Will you join us?

It is a difficult climb.

A most difficult climb.

I have long wished to see the place

that birthed
such magnificent verses.

A few inconveniences
on the way are a small price to pay.

Do you read poetry, Miss Bingley?
I didn't know you cared for it.

It is a passion I share
only with my friends.

Tell me,
how long will this climb take?

I think I'll turn in.

MR GARDINER: It depends on our pace.

I think the guide will be able
to give us a better estimate.

Oh, are you sure?
May I? Oh.

Perhaps you and I
might walk together tomorrow.

Away from the crowd.

I'd very much like that.

And at the top of the mountain,

we might finish that conversation

that we started on the boat.

Tom. Tom!

Shall we discuss provisions
for the climb?

Oh, yes. Good night, Miss Bennet.

Good night.

Yes. Excuse me, I just...

Miss Bennet,

I have been wanting to speak to you
to apologise...

Oh.
..for my proposal at Pemberley.

Please, think no more of it.

I now see a way
in which it is possible

for us to have all that

and still conform.

I'd hoped to see you again
in London,

but I've found you here

and that must mean something.

My situation has changed somewhat,
and...

Mr Ryder,

we need your knowledge of
the mountains to settle an argument.

One moment.

Miss Bennet, the top of Scafell Pike

is the most beautiful place
I have ever seen.

Once we get there...

..I will make amends to you.

I had arrived in the Lakes,

determined to make my own way
in the world.

Could it be
that once I had firmly accepted

I did not wish to marry at all,

I had somehow won the admiration
of TWO dear friends?