(birds twittering) - I can not imagine a lovelier spot.
- It would not be half so lovely without you in it.
- Tongue?
Or a little pork pie perhaps?
- Thank you but I might take a drink first.
- So tell me, Mr.
Molyneux, what is it that keeps you in London?
- I'm a merchant.
- And what is your trade?
- Mind what you say, Otis, this will all be reported back to Sidney.
- That is not fair.
How is it that you and Miss Lambe became acquainted?
(Otis chuckles) - We met at a ball.
(giggles) Otis mistook me for a servant.
He demanded I fetch him a cup of wine.
(laughs) - I did not demand, I was quite polite about it.
- [Georgiana] The very request was offensive.
- Only because you held yourself in such high esteem.
- I found him to be rude and sanctimonious.
- I found her to be spoilt and petulant.
(Georgiana giggles) (gentle music) - I was uprooted.
Lost.
In despair.
Otis restored me to life.
Those three months were the happiest I've known.
