(BELL TOLLING) (GASPS) Mrs.

Rose!

-Mrs.

Rose!

-Yes, yes.

-Is something amiss?

-I have slept too long.

I will be late for Matins.

But Dr.

Morgan gave me to understand that you were not prone to religious observance.

I’m a doctor in this community.

I have connections to maintain.

♪ Awake, my soul, and with the sun ♪ ♪ Thy daily stage of duty run ♪ ♪ Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise ♪ ♪ To pay thy morning sacrifice ♪ ♪ Redeem thy misspent time that’s past ♪ (ALL SINGING OUT OF SYNCH) ♪ And live this day as if thy last ♪ ♪ Improve thy talent with due care ♪ ♪ For the great day thyself prepare ♪ ♪ Let all thy converse be sincere ♪ ♪ Thy conscience as the noonday clear ♪ ♪ Think how all-seeing God thy ways ♪ ♪ And all thy secret thoughts surveys ♪ ♪ Amen ♪ Miss Jenkyns?

You’ll forgive me, I crave your kind indulgence once again.

Crave nothing, only ask.

We give our friendship gladly.

Are you called away once more?

Oh, no, Miss Matty.

Jessie and I must entertain a guest.

We would be poor company, just the two of us.

DEBORAH: I have not heard that you have ever been in Cranford, Major Gordon.

No, that has been my misfortune, Miss Jenkyns.

It is an altogether delightful place.

A legacy from an uncle brought me to the county and I could not resist the pleasure of calling on my friend.

We saw a deal of one another when we were at Barnard Castle.

We were, of course, a somewhat larger family then.

My sister loved to hear the Major read aloud.

She had a great fondness for the verse of Robert Burns which always sounds better when spoken in Scotch.

And were you acquainted with the late Mrs.

Brown, Major Gordon?

I had that privilege, Miss Jenkyns.

We had a most amiable friendship.

They were very happy times.

Jessie, dear, perhaps you would oblige us with some music.

Oh, no, I could not.

I have played very little of late.

And I have sung less.

Come then!

Play Loch Lomond and we can make shift together.

(CLEARS THROAT) (BOTH SINGING) CAPTAIN BROWN: Capital baritone.

♪ By yon bonnie banks ♪ ♪ And by yon bonnie braes ♪ ♪ Where the sun shines bright ♪ ♪ On Loch Lomond ♪ ♪ Where me and my true love ♪ ♪ Will never meet again ♪ ♪ On the bonnie, bonnie banks ♪ ♪ Of Loch Lomond ♪ ♪ Oh, you take the high road ♪ ♪ And I’ll take the low road ♪ ♪ And I’ll be in Scotland before ye ♪ ♪ But me and my true love ♪ ♪ Will never meet again ♪ ♪ On the bonnie, bonnie banks ♪ ♪ Of Loch Lomond ♪ Dear Deborah’s always been extremely musical.

That was a most charming entertainment, Major Gordon.

I think it helped that you beat time with your spoon.

I generally do so when the piece transports me.

Well, Major Gordon, I do hope Cranford continues to delight you.

Madam, I’m sure it shall.

LADY LUDLOW: I always think the garden party shows Hanbury off at its very best.

It is a pity that my son’s health will not permit him to witness it.

Has Lord Septimus sent word?

I received a letter just this morning most regretfully expressed.

Perhaps next year we might commission an artist to record the event.

An engraving could be sent to Italy.

Next year, Mr.

Carter, I am certain Lord Septimus will be with us.

Oh, Mary!

Chairs with their legs in the air!

(MEN LAUGHING) We must not let my sister go in there.

Oh, Deborah!

Matilda, the uproar is temporary.

You must calm yourself.

I suggest we all repair to the kitchen to take tea.

Tea?

In the kitchen?

But that is not our custom.

We will come to no harm if we do so this morning.

But, Deborah, Mr.

Johnson’s men are in the kitchen and Jem Hearne.

And where is Martha?

Well, she’s in the kitchen, too.

-The men complained of thirst.

-Indeed.

(MEN LAUGHING) (MARTHA LAUGHING) Well, I suggest you both go out and find yourselves some constructive occupation.

DEBORAH: Jem Hearne, what are you doing here?

Well, we do not have a new carpet every day of the week.

-(BABY COOING) -Mam?

Mam?

Dada will get a surprise when he sees the baby.

Went to try his luck, maybe Northwich way.

He could be gone another week.

He’ll bring summat when he comes.

The baby needs milk now.

I’m not well.

We should have gone to Manchester last fortnight.

We’re left with so little time.

There’s nothing there that cannot be got in Cranford.

And I daresay we shall be the first since the delivery.

This is the most appealing color.

Oh, Miss Pole, you are very prompt.

Would you call it sage or loden?

I would call it rhubarb.

There is a red glint to it when it moves beneath the light.

We are both planning gowns for Lady Ludlow’s party.

I hear your new bonnet will refresh you altogether.

Oh, Augusta, have you seen this?

Two flounces to the skirt, each with a scalloped edge.

Oh, dear Sophy Hutton would look very well in that.

She has the youthfulness to carry it and a waist like a wand.

I cannot remember the last time I saw a pattern that gladdened my heart so.

-It takes 25 yards.

-Are you saying it cannot be afforded?

Because if you are even thinking it, I wish you to speak plainly.

I am not thinking it.

Your cheeks are looking very hot.

You are not yourself.

My heart is suddenly battering in my chest.

It is the strangest sensation.

Mrs.

Johnson, fetch a chair, this could be apoplexy.

-Does she need a glass of water?

-I need the doctor.

Dr.

Morgan is an hour’s ride off.

The corn factor’s niece has the quinsy on both sides.

Then I’ll have to have the other doctor.

It is completely unaccountable.

She has always been so strong.

I detect no serious illness but I will investigate.

These palpitations are, at the very least, injurious to your mother’s nerves.

Dr.

Harrison, we are sisters.

Oh, I’m so sorry.

I would like to listen to the patient’s heart with my stethoscope.

If you would be so kind, Miss Tomkinson.

(HEARTBEAT RACING) Seems perfectly sound.

I feel it beating very fast.

I find that quite common in the fairer sex.

But you are a little pale and I should like to see some roses in those cheeks.

You’re most attentive.

(MARY LAUGHING) Quick, Mary, another piece.

Unless we are thorough the carpet will fade and spoil in weeks.

Wait, I’ve not quite stitched these two together.

-There!

-Oh!

(CHUCKLES) It’s such an enterprise.

Jessie, convey your news.

I have been sent anemones and a note with the compliments of Major Gordon.

Anemones?

We must look them up in The Language of Flowers.

Mary, it’s a diminutive volume to the left of the shelf.

It is so difficult to know what is intended.

Every species of bloom is supposed to mean something.

Although whether men make a study of it is another matter.

"Anemones.

Love ever steadfast."

-That is apt.

-Apt?

Oh, Major Gordon paid me a degree of attention once before in Yorkshire.

A very marked degree of attention.

After my mother died, he asked me to marry him.

But then my sister fell ill and I was forced to tell him that I was not free.

I told no one and Father never guessed.

And now, anemones.

You’re quite the dark horse.

(MOOING) HARRY: You’ve got to fill the jug and take it home.

The baby’s starving.

I don’t like touching udders.

If you fetch milk for the baby every night, I’ll get you a bun of your own on a Friday.

-Every Friday?

-Just do it.

I’m gonna go and check the traps.

(GASPS) (RABBIT SQUEALING) (SQUEALING STOPS) (GATE CREAKING) Bessie!

You must understand, Captain Brown, that that cow is not an animal to me.

(SOBBING) It is capable of human feeling.

She smoothes its muzzle with a chamois leather.

Do you think it likely, Captain Brown, that the beast has been taken by robbers?

(SOBBING) Before we leap to the most severe conclusions, I suggest we scour all likely woods and copses.

I will direct the search myself.

Here’s Major Gordon.

I’m sure he’ll be only too pleased to assist us.

-Bessie!

-Bess!

-Bessie!

-Bessie!

Bess!

-Bess!

-CAPTAIN BROWN: Major Gordon?

Bessie!

Mrs.

Forester informs me it’d be more likely to come if you call out, "Bessie, dearest."

Bessie, dearest!

(MOOING) She’s fallen in the lime pit!

Mrs.

Forester, remain on the bank.

Her distress will not be eased if matched with yours!

Major Gordon, fetch ropes and two strong men.

At once, sir.

DEBORAH: Jessie, dear, take him to Jem Hearne’s yard.

Oh!

The smell is abominable.

Matilda, come away.

I think the odor is the burning of the poor thing’s hair.

The lime has singed it off.

What care I if she lives on bald?

She will not be bald if she cannot recover, she will be naked.

It pains me to say so, Mrs.

Forester, but the poor bare beast will have to be destroyed unless you’re prepared to dress it in pajamas.

I think perhaps we need the smelling bottle.

Oh, this has gone beyond smelling bottles.

(BESSIE MOOING FRANTICALLY) Deborah, dear.

Major Gordon has his arm about Jessie Brown’s waist.

And that is exactly where it ought to be.

(SOBBING IN DISTANCE) Oh, Major Gordon.

Scabious.

Oh, do not take fright.

What is in here will not harm you.

I have carried this with me these three years.

It’s a modest little thing But I thought the ring that held all my old hopes with it was the best.

It has waited so long for its turn.

-Have you spoken to my father?

-I shall.

Once I’m sure of your answer.

We must marry quickly.

That’ll make for a quiet celebration.

Can we not wait?

I’m still in mourning.

The regiment has had its orders.

For India.

India?

In three weeks we sail for Chunderabaddad.

I cannot accept this.

But I thought you had encouraged me.

I did encourage you, I did.

But now the consequence of that is plain.

Now that you give me news of India, I can see that I was being selfish.

There is not one selfish bone in your body, Jessie Brown.

First, your mother.

I waited.

Then your sister, and I waited still.

What is there to keep you from me now?

Not everyone I love has been taken, Major Gordon.

Jessie.

My father dreads solitude more than he fears the grave.

It is not in his nature to live alone.

What if it’s not in my nature to live alone?

I do not wish to speak harshly but it seems you do not care what you ask of me.

I cannot make both of you happy.

Do not force me to choose.

What would you have me do, Jessie?

You weren’t planning on playing this evening, were you?

No, Father, I wasn’t.

Put down that romance and close your eyes.

At once!

I bid you!

-What is this?

-It is silk.

And it is red.

And there is a great deal of it!

How has this been afforded?

Oh, Augusta.

We were to have had a gown apiece, it was agreed.

Well, you needed a tonic.

I cannot imagine what Mrs.

Forester is going to wear.

She was ahead of me in Johnson’s and purchased a very great quantity of grey flannel.

What about the milk?

There’s a flap underneath.

(ALL LAUGHING) How is your stepmother’s health, Mary, dear?

Oh, it is exceedingly abundant.

In fact, so abundant, she will attend Lady Ludlow’s garden party even though my father will be detained by business in town.

She will drive out to Cranford from Manchester that morning.

MRS.

ROSE: Are you looking forward to the party at Hanbury Court, Dr.

Harrison?

It is quite an honor to be invited.

I haven’t given it much thought.

Oh, but you must!

I understand it to be the social event of the year.

Of course, I cannot possibly go.

So recently widowed, it would not be seemly for me to attend.

That was a fine repast, Mrs.

Rose.

But if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to.

Are you looking forward to the garden party, Mrs.

Johnson?

Mr.

Johnson is.

I shall be up till all hours polishing the mayoral chain.

WALTER: Dr.

Harrison!

Hello, Walter.

Hello, Miss Hutton.

We’ve come for whitening paste for my sister’s shoes.

It’s such a trial to keep clean.

And where will you be going looking so spotless?

Oh, the garden party at Hanbury Court.

We all are.

Are you going?

Most certainly.

On the day itself, all riders and carriages meet by the heath at noon.

It is always done so and I’m sure you’d be welcome to follow the party.

If you didn’t want to ride there alone, that is.

Noon it is, then.

-Miss Hutton.

-Thank you.

My stepmother took me in hand this spring when she was between confinements.

Is she to be confined again?

She is always to be confined.

And it is always everybody else’s fault.

(WALTER CHUCKLING) Walter!

I told you, you are not supposed to listen in to other people’s conversations!

You said conversations in the drawing room.

-When did your mother die?

-When I was eight.

My mother died when Walter was born.

I sometimes feel like she’s still right by my side.

I’m doing her work.

Looking after her house, bringing up her children.

I should find it hard to bear your burden.

Oh, there’s no mistaking it.

I love them all dearly, but I am so very tied to them.

Walter is still only six, and the girls will be at home for years before they marry.

Should you like to marry?

I don’t think I should get the chance.

I am too busy at home to go into society and if I did, I would have no conversation.

What man wants to hear that Lizzie has grown out of her dresses again or Walter has broken his slate?

Men wouldn’t want you to talk, Sophy.

They only require that you should listen.

-Hey!

-Hey!

Happy birthday, Harry.

Dada, do you like the new baby?

It looks like a Gregson, it’ll do me.

Open it.

Boots!

You’re 10 year old.

Growing boy.

You’ve been doing a man’s job looking after this lot.

I reckon you deserve some decent leather on your feet.

Thank you.

-What are you looking at?

-The letters.

I know this word.

It says "James."

That’s the baby’s name.

Don’t you go dallying around with that.

Learning’s not for everyone.

We do all right without!

Now go and do the rabbit traps.

Go on.

(BABY CRYING) What the hell do you think you’re playing at?

I never touched anything.

It’s no consequence whether you touched anything.

You committed a trespass and a magistrate would look upon it most severely.

The Lord’s prayer says, "Forgive us our trespasses."

-How do you know?

-I have been in a church.

Boys as young as you can be sent to jail and are.

Once you go down that road, there’s no turning back.

You have the chance now to choose a different path.

Do you understand me?

What are you doing?

My mum says there’s salt in the palm of your hand.

People need salt.

If you go giddy, you should suck on it.

I never touched that fruit.

Here.

Better?

It’s a bit soft.

I shouldn’t think your wife would like me eating this.

My wife isn’t here to like it or not like it.

She died.

Besides, this is my office, not my home.

I wouldn’t mind an office.

I like the way everything is covered in words.

Harry, would you like to earn yourself sixpence?

I’d like to earn a shilling.

Come on, let’s wash that face.

Harry, go and ask the gardener if he’s ready for the plants and bring me word.

MR.

CARTER: Pull all the ropes.

Make it secure.

Put the tables here.

We need five dozen chairs.

No, not here.

Those flowers are for the west terrace.

MR.

CARTER: Harry!

Run to the dairy and tell the maids to make ready.

The ice for the ice cream will arrive in 20 minutes.

What’s ice cream?

I want you to come to my office tomorrow, sunset.

-I want to speak with you.

-Have I done wrong?

No.

Not at all.

You’ve done very well.

Just a sixpence, then?

-Go on with you.

-All right.

(CHUCKLES) CAPTAIN BROWN: Move along, my dear.

Only one more to be loaded.

Mary, dearest!

-Why didn’t you curl your hair?

-Yes.

Mrs.

Clara Smith.

Hello, Mama.

Hello, everyone.

I cannot bear to hear you calling me "Mama".

It is absurd since our ages do not differ very greatly.

Hold Ralph.

Your face will look so much pleasanter with a baby held up next to it.

(BABY CRYING) That was efficiently done, Captain Brown.

Oh, I’ve commanded 100 men.

Five ladies give little more trouble.

He is not ill, only a little hoarse.

I just think it would be best if he did not have to go and sit on damp grass and be exposed to breezes.

-Well, I’m not staying at home with him.

-Lizzie?

Oh, Sophy, he never listens to a single word I say.

-WOMAN: Dr.

Harrison.

-Good afternoon, ladies.

Come along.

I think the air will do you good.

It is such a comfort to know that you are joining our party today.

My sister has not been in society since her health declined.

-WOMAN: Dr.

Harrison!

-At your command.

WOMAN: I hope we shall take tea together later.

Sophy, dear, your cart looks very full.

We have room for someone to ride bodkin.

It would make for such a merry party.

Helen, go and sit with Miss Deborah.

Perhaps young Walter would like to ride with me.

Yes, please.

Oh, I see someone doesn’t crush her silk.

WOMAN: Very good idea.

That’s a smart little pony.

And it’s the only day of the year he earns his keep.

I fear I’m very sentimental, Charles, but I cannot bear not to keep a Shetland.

Septimus learnt to ride on one.

And they remind me of a time when there were children in the house.

Although, I cannot help but recall how Septimus loathed all equestrian pursuits.

He was always more than happy to let me take his turn.

Remember how he complained.

How he said that rising in the saddle always put his hat askew.

None of his brothers cared.

God rest their souls.

Dear Septimus.

I still hope that he may find a suitable bride whilst living out in Italy.

That there may yet be an heir for all of this.

I think, perhaps, you should not hope too hard.

(GUESTS CHATTERING) It relieves me to see that your collar took no harm.

I saw puss giving me a look this morning, as if to say, "Only we know where that has been."

(LAUGHING) If it is a secret now, it won’t be for long.

Bandied about all over the ice cream.

MATTY: I want you each to take one egg and one spoon.

This is not a race to see who can go fastest.

It is a race of the steadiest hand.

I should have liked a little brother of my own.

I was an only child.

I always longed to have a bigger family.

It is harder work than it appears.

-Are you all lined up?

-CHILDREN: Yes, Miss Matilda.

-Is everybody ready?

-Yes!

-Dr.

Harrison?

-Yes.

Yes?

My sister has had another strange collapse.

Now, I want you all to give me your very best attention, because when I clap my hands, it’s time to... -Go!

-MR.

CARTER: Try your best, children.

(ALL CLAMORING) SOPHY: Go, Walter!

Do it!

Keep going!

Go, Walter!

MATTY: Well done!

Look, your favorite.

Remember your manners, Walter.

-What do you say?

-Thank you very much, Miss Matilda.

-Good boy.

-WOMAN: That was fun!

BOY: Thank you, Miss Matilda.

WOMAN: Come along, this way.

Miss Matilda Jenkyns.

I should never have known you.

I could never have mistaken you, Mr.

Holbrook.

You’re well and happy, I hope.

I’m always well and happy.

And your sister, too?

She’s well and happy, too.

-I shouldn’t keep you.

-No.

Should I send for the gig?

I think the patient might rally after a morsel of luncheon.

Do, please, go back to our friends, Augusta.

I am properly supervised.

Oh!

What is next?

Oh, the display of the orphans’ worsted work.

It’s all such a sequence of continuous delights.

I might just manage another merry thought of chicken.

Oh, possibly not.

I find the wine quite fortifying.

Dr.

Harrison!

Mary wishes to go on the lake and insists she can row.

-I can row.

-But her father is so careful of her.

I know he would want her to be with somebody who can swim.

Can you swim?

-Like a fish.

-(TITTERING) Oh!

I do not encourage her behavior, Dr.

Harrison.

I’m sure you would be the first to own that there is not the smallest spark of attraction between us.

Miss Smith, I am dismayed you feel you must apologize.

Constantly forced to make light of it.

But it is so hard to be reminded that my absence from home is desired so very earnestly.

-I’m so sorry.

-Do not even think to take my hand.

She has the eyes of a hawk and will imagine an engagement.

(BOTH CHUCKLING) Do you think you will settle in Cranford, Dr.

Harrison?

There is no dark purpose to my question.

I’m only being polite.

It is a town unlike any other I have known before.

It attracted me at first because it was my mother’s home.

But I find I love it for its own sake now.

Now, all around us, England shifts and changes but Cranford stands fast.

Women are like Amazons.

And to those that live here, it is their world entire.

And it has one great attraction I could never find elsewhere.

Now, that is what I call an intriguing remark.

Are you a man in love?

-Perhaps.

-With Sophy Hutton?

Is it very plain?

Only to me, I think.

Do you suppose I have a chance?

I have not known her long, but I think you will find her quite kindly disposed.

And I wish you well.

Lorentia, I had hoped to speak with you today.

I’ve had reason to write to Septimus.

I’m presently awaiting his response.

Well, I trust you have plenty to distract you in the meanwhile.

He writes Lady Ludlow the most delightful letters, but they’re always such an age in coming.

I sought his view on a transaction of mine.

I’ve agreed to sell a portion of land to the Grand Junction Railway Company.

The railway company?

The railway will be brought within a mile or two of Cranford.

Before the year is out, Lady Ludlow will be asked to name her price.

-For Hanbury Court?

-No, just part of it.

To allow the railway to be brought into Cranford itself.

Lady Ludlow will never sanction it.

She agrees with the Duke of Wellington that the railway will encourage the lower orders to move about.

Whatever is amiss with you, Matilda?

I’m quite as I should be, sister.

It has just been such a superfluity of dainties.

Put no further pastries to your lips or you will choke when you hear the news I must report.

For this is more preposterous and shocking than when Warmwell’s lions came and the little child’s arm was bit clean off.

The railroad is to come to Cranford.

I rehearsed those words all the way from the worsted work.

I’m not remotely sure that we should give this credence.

We were at hand when Sir Charles told his savage plan.

Miss Galindo turned as white as paint and she has the most disciplined cast of countenance.

Did you question Sir Charles?

Did you ascertain the fact?

I can tell you all the facts that are required.

The railway will cut across Sir Charles’s estate and power towards us like a bull that cannot be stopped, and by 1845 we shall be utterly undone.

WOMAN: He’s there.

MRS.

JAMIESON: Tea?

Tea!

With such calamity before us!

DEBORAH: Allow me to proceed, if you please.

WOMEN: Captain Brown!

-Captain... -DEBORAH: Captain Brown.

I’m sure as our neighbor, you will agree that the railway will be the end of Cranford.

CAPTAIN BROWN: I think it will be the end of Cranford as we know it.

It will bring opportunities for the laborer and the tradesman.

It will be easier to move farm goods and bring people in and out.

The pace of life will quicken.

We will join the modern age.

Captain Brown, do you consider that acceptable?

I’m afraid of neither change nor progress.

I cannot afford to be.

Why reduce this debate to a discussion of your means?

I’m an army captain on half pay with a daughter to support.

And I’m about to enter the Company’s employ.

When construction of the new line starts, I shall be head of works.

This is startling news.

It is more than startling to me and I live beneath his roof.

There are still some matters to be clarified.

But I am likely to be away a great deal, my dear.

It’ll be all change for us.

You are the architect of our community’s destruction.

You have betrayed your daughter, your neighbors and your town.

And you’ve willfully kept your machinations secret.

I did not mean to deceive you.

I’m sorry if I have offended you.

Oh, do not think that you owe us an apology.

Apologies are required only when friends cause vexation to friends.

Our acquaintance is clearly at an end.

Why do you look at me with such anger?

I do all this with your happiness in mind.

I cannot believe you have made such plans and told me nothing of them.

I had determined to remain at home and care for you in your old age.

-I am not in my dotage yet.

-It would appear you are not.

If you are to be gadding about all over the country on railway business, you plainly have no need of my attentions.

I must work.

You have nothing and no one but me.

When I die, I cannot leave you destitute.

I might have had a husband, Father.

My dear girl, you spent your youth nursing others.

You never had any chance of such a thing.

If I ever did, I do not now.

You once said to me that if there was a school in Cranford, you would not go.

-Do you stand by that?

-There ain’t no school.

Only a housework school.

There is a world out there that is full of books and figures and words and rules and symbols that make all of the parts of our society move together like one great and glorious machine.

Learning is not for everybody.

We are all born knowing nothing.

We can die that way should we so choose.

Now, ignorance is not a crime, but it is a waste and waste is sinful.

-I don’t know.

-What don’t you know?

Where to start.

I’ll show you where to start.

I do believe there are roses in your cheeks.

It’s Dr.

Harrison, he put them there.

Perhaps we will be dispensing with his services.

Do not be so swift.

I’m not that well recovered.

DR.

HARRISON: Good evening, ladies.

SOPHY: Come on, now.

He’ll be warm in a moment.

That’s it.

Would Walter like to ride with me again?

You are very kind, but he’s so tired, which means he’s likely to become quite cross.

I am not tired.

MAN: Walk on.

Captain Brown’s conduct is not to be tolerated.

To insinuate himself into our society like a snake.

Oh, sister, not a snake.

That is very harsh.

He is at the very least a wolf in sheep’s attire.

To make us take him into our trust so, and have us all think he is so sensible and wise.

I’m sure Captain Brown would have told us all in good time.

It is only because of Miss Pole that it has all come out in such a way.

Well, neither of you will be so tender when Cranford is overrun with noise and disease and the Irish.

When there are more streets and more strangers and we can neither know our neighbors nor keep anything in check.

I suddenly have a headache of phenomenal dimension.

(THUDDING) I cannot open the door.

I think she’s fallen behind it.

Miss Matty, I want you to go downstairs and wait there until I say to come.

Fetch the doctor.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) MRS.

ROSE: Doctor, you’ve been sent for!

Where am I to go?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Sorry.

Thank you for coming so swiftly.

-Who is my patient?

-Show him to Sophy’s room.

(WHEEZING) I think it is the croup.

-When did this begin?

-Over an hour ago.

Is it the croup?

SOPHY: Children die from croup.

We need a fire in the grate and a bath set up before it, a shallow one he can lie down in, not a hip bath.

-Is the range lit in the kitchen?

-Yes.

We need as much hot water as can be got up here.

When you’ve seen to that, I will need leeches.

Dr.

Morgan has some in supply.

Please say that if he can bring them himself, it will be much the better.

This is all my fault.

I knew that he was hoarse.

I made him come out.

I let him sit on the damp grass, -and get his feet wet in the boat.

-Miss Hutton.

Miss Hutton.

Miss Hutton, look at me.

I was with both of you today.

I watched you all the afternoon.

I saw none of the neglect of which you speak.

You are not to blame for this.

Now, go and wring out a bed sheet in cold water.

We must hang it before the fire so that it steams.

Go!

Go!

You’re all right, my little friend.

You must do just what I tell you now.

Are you praying, Sophy?

I am not sure.

I think I am begging.

For God’s mercy?

For any outcome other than the one I fear will be.

Sophy, what if God has willed this?

Does it console you to think this might fulfill some plan?

I have no choice but to be consoled by it.

Otherwise my heart would break.

Stay with me for a moment’s prayer.

Father, I would sooner fight for his life than pray for his soul.

(DOOR OPENING) I am so very grieved, Miss Matty.

We will get you a little boat from the nursery and you can sail it all about this bath.

And tell me all the places you are going when you are grown and run away to join the navy.

There you are.

Dr.

Harrison knows just what to do to make it better.

We need more hot water.

Upstairs, Doctor.

More lovely steam.

It is quite like the tropics in this bath.

(WHEEZING) -Is this the crisis?

-Keep talking to him.

Hold tight.

Hold tight.

I think your boat has come to the equator.

You must hold tight now.

(GASPING) I suppose you may open the window now.

SOPHY: The catch sticks.

(CRYING SOFTLY) There is no need to come on tiptoe.

You cannot disturb him now.

(CLOCK CHIMING) Martha asks if you would like a cup of tea, Miss Matty?

No, thank you, Mary dear.

I suppose now there will be nobody to call me Matilda any more.

Deborah did not care for my name being shortened.

But everybody did it... Except she.