(Instrumental Music) (Background Chatter) - Gentlemen.
Still here?
Sir George's company must be most alluring.
Your continued attachment to Cornwall is heartwarming.
Does the climate suit you?
- Ross.
- As opposed to London, which I imagine remains rather hot.
- Your husband things he has triumphed, ma'am.
Blackened our name.
- Helped my daughter abscond with the Despard trull.
- And now hopes to see me arrested for corruption.
- And perjury.
Sedition.
Brutality.
Murder.
- (laughs) Do you hear that, ma'am?
He intends to have me indited as a traitor.
I intend to have him hanged as one.
Care to wager who will get there first?
- Ross, come away.
- Let me have a drink.
- I understand Captain Poldark has been absent from London these past few months.
- And with good reason.
His name is reviled in Westminster.
- On account of?
- His Jacobin leanings, his fondness for traitors.
- Ah, you refer to Colonel Despard.
- Perhaps Poldark should join the French army.
- Since he stands no chance of ever being readmitted to the English one.
- (laughs) - Is treachery a matter for mirth, sir?
- Treachery works both ways, sir.
If your own country betrays you, to whom do you then owe loyalty?
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