Episode 3 Scene

(crowd chattering) - Ugh, could it get any worse?

- May I offer you a brandy?

- Mister Warleggan, is Sir George with you?

- He's been called away to the North on business.

- I trust he's well-armed.

I hear it is quite barbaric.

Do you know Dr.

Penrose, incumbent head of the Cornwall Infirmary?

- I believe another candidate thrust himself forward, but his eccentric views will count against him.

- Views?

- On lunacy, Sir.

This individual espouses methods which go against all proven treatments.

- Proven, you say?

- May I speak with Your Ladyship?

- Would you excuse me?

- Might I consult with you, Sir, on a private matter?

- Lady Whitworth, would you be so kind as to tell me how John Conan is?

- I see no reason to account to you for the welfare of my grandson.

- [Drake] Begging your pardon, Ma'am.

But, as a mother, if ever ye felt a mother's love, or loss, what harm can it do to tell her what she longs to hear?