Lark Rise to Candleford (2008) s01e08 Episode Script

# As sweet Polly Oliver # # lay musing in bed # # A sudden strange fancy # # came into her head # # Nor father nor mother # # should make me fall through # # I'll list for a soldier # # and follow my love.
# They say a storm in Summer clears the air.
And that may be so.
Sshh, it's only a storm.
Storms can't hurt you.
Maybe that wind's blowing Pa's ship closer, bringing him home with a pocket full of gold to fetch Ma out of prison.
You think of that when you close your eyes.
But a real storm can stir the world so about, that even when it has passed, things can't be set back as they were.
Can't sleep, might as well work.
It's those gargoyles for Reverend Ellison.
What? The face you've given it.
That's Laura's Phillip! That's that's your imagination.
You know, there's nothing gives a lad a glow than being told he's all wrong for you.
Believe me.
He is all wrong for her.
Then let her discover it for herself, because if you start laying down the law, you're gonna drive her to a place where she might not find her way back.
Episode 8 Why in heaven's name did? Thomas Brown put it all the way up here? Ah! I have it! I love the penny reading.
Sitting in the school after dark, hearing stories read.
It's like being a child again.
I just hope the new schoolmistress knows the proper way of doing things.
Miss Holmes was an excellent woman, but rather too fond of sentimental passages.
I'm afraid I need a little grit in my literary diet.
Look! It's Sir Tim, before he became a "sir".
He read one of Shakespeare's sonnets.
I can't imagine that.
Go carefully on your rounds, Laura.
There may be slates and branches loose after the storm.
- Ladies.
- A large parcel.
- With a Paris postmark? - What's that one? That's the one Ladies, I must ask Ladies.
I must ask Ladies! Ladies! That's for the new teacher - at the national school.
- New teacher? The last one was such a drab little thing.
What could such a person possibly mean by having a parcel delivered? Such a battered! Ladies, I must ask you Ladies, this is the property "Germinal".
"Un histoire par Emile Zola.
" "There is a spectre haunting Europe," "the spectre of communism.
" French romances, horror stories What kind of person is this to have the charge of young minds? Thomas, I wondered if you could The damage to the parcel was none of our doing, but you let the contents become public! They were on me before I knew what they were doing.
I shall deliver this myself, along with the apologies of the Post office.
We shall have to hope Miss Delafield, chooses not to take this matter any further.
If you had set out to earn my displeasure, Thomas Brown, you could not have done a more thorough job.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you erm I I have a parcel for the new teacher.
Right.
I really should deliver it personally.
Post office regulations.
Be my guest.
I'm James Delafield, the new teacher.
But maybe you were expecting somebody more genteel.
Actually, I was expecting someone more female.
Erm, I'm afraid they've been somewhat damaged.
- on behalf of the Post office - There's an item missing.
A French to English dictionary.
Maybe you think somebody of my kind should be seen and not heard trying to master foreign tongues.
I'm sure my thoughts are of no interest to someone so satisfied with their own moral superiority.
I shall make enquiries as to the whereabouts of your dictionary.
That might be wise.
What with all those regulations.
Good day to you, sir.
And to you, madam.
You are not missing the first week of school to go and work in the fields.
- Why not? - Now sit down.
Everyone else will be.
The farmer's offering a shilling a day, just to put right the storm damage.
When is this boy coming, again? I don't know, Poppet.
I don't care what everyone else is doing.
- What boy? - Laura's friend.
Phillip.
It looks nothing like Phillip.
It's a gargoyle! What are you going to learn in the fields? Nothing! You want a job with pay and prospects, you need an education.
- Now who's laying down the law? - You know I'm right.
If the farmer wants to use cheap labour, he can take his own sons out of school.
I said no, Edmund.
Now come on, you'll be late.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Ethel! Right then, my precious.
Annie? Annie! I grew up in the shadow of this tree, Laura.
But now it's old and sick.
The storm has weakened it.
It must be felled.
But I wouldn't have lost it for the world.
I love every stone of Lark Rise.
If I was to go back and find some of it gone, I think it might break my heart a little.
And yet the world turns, Laura.
The world turns.
Thank you.
There are some letters to be sent up at the house.
I'm sure the footman will see you get them.
- Good day, sir.
- Yes, and you.
- Your Ladyship.
- Laura.
Not still in the doldrums over your tree? I've had a very pretty notion.
We shall cut the timber and our little one shall have a rocking horse made from its stoutest branches.
What do you say? Queenie, It's the baby, I've looked In't she just like the baby Jesus, though? I'nt she just like the baby Jesus? It was in the second post.
C'est arrivé! La ligne maternelle.
Oh dear, Lady Adelaide, when she came to us she was just a virginal lily, but now she is a rose in full bloom.
Laura! We are to make enquiries for a French to English dictionary that should have been in the parcel for the new school teacher, Mr Delafield.
MR Delafield? The new schoolmistress is a man? Certainly, he is a man.
The most self-satisfied, self-righteous, insufferable specimen I have ever met.
In my life! A new schoolmaster.
With an overbearing character.
And unsuitable books.
Well, I must confess, I was expecting rather more of you.
The other boys are in the fields clearing up after the storm.
It's a shilling a day.
But not you? My mother says education is important, sir.
Well, your mother's right.
Lizzie Arless, sir Her mother's away and her father's at sea.
She's been teased about going to the workhouse.
Sometimes he's himself and sometimes he's like a child again.
But he would never have hurt her.
- He scared me, Queenie.
- Yeah.
Scared me too, at the start.
But now, well, I tell you Emma, he was a kinder, sweeter boy than ever the man he grew into.
And sometimes if I had to choose between Twister without his wits and Twister with em Yes! Drat the man! We've searched the stores and this place inside out - There's no sign of his dictionary! - It must be somewhere.
Indeed, but until it is found, he has the moral victory.
But no dictionary.
A little comfort, I grant.
I cannot abide to be at fault.
And to be seen to be at fault by such a one as Mr Delafield Mr Delafield! We were just speaking of you.
- I'm afraid that your dictionary - No, I've come on another matter.
I'm told that you worked very closely with my predecessor, Miss Holmes, on the organisation of the penny reading.
I was wondering whether you might not perhaps consider continuing that tradition.
Forgive the intrusion.
We have so wanted to make your acquaintance.
- Those thrilling books! - A man of letters.
- Yes, French! - We have been in raptures.
Say you'll favour us with some excerpts at the penny reading? Is there anything I can help you with, ladies? Just a courtesy call.
A welcome to the bosom of Candleford Lady Adelaide! - Lady Adelaide.
- How very well you are looking.
Oh, don't say so! I shall grow fat and foul and no-one shall bear to look at me.
Can you believe my foolishness? I have erm, a letter for the physician who is to attend my confinement and I forgot to give it to Laura this morning.
The urgency is all in Adelaide's mind, of course.
It could easily have waited until tomorrow.
Tim would keep me at home wrapped in cotton wool if he could, but as you can see, I am quite well.
I suppose you heard our misfortune? A tree on Sir Timothy's estate was weakened in the storm.
It has to be felled.
A beautiful old oak.
I am very sorry to hear that.
Perhaps I am not quite as well as I thought after all.
I have a headache.
I wish to go home.
Laura will you tell Zillah that Mr Delafield and I are going to take tea in the parlour with Banbury cake? Last night, in the storm, the little 'uns were crying.
I went to them, but it weren't me they wanted.
When your mum was took, there were plenty of folk saying it was only a matter of time before you ended up in a workhouse.
There is no-one saying that now.
Stir that.
Ask me, you're a natural.
Born to raise a family.
Ever had any thoughts in that direction? Well, I have sometimes wondered if one day me and Laura might But she's got that Phillip now, in't she? Maybe.
Or maybe she just needs to be shown there's an alternative.
Supposing someone wanted to read something in the penny reading.
Something that would really speak to Laura.
What would they choose? Her favourite poem's "Ode To A Nightingale", I think.
The first line "My heart aches".
- "My heart aches.
" - Alf you do know that Laura will likely be going to the penny reading with Phillip? Maybe so, Mrs Timmins.
Or maybe she just needs to know there's an alternative.
Oh, come on! What's wrong with a bit of competition? Alf's trying to keep his family out of the workhouse.
He's no time for wooing! Besides, he can't read more than his own name, how's he going to do at a penny reading? If he can learn a song, he can learn a poem.
He may not have his letters, but he's a better man than you take him for.
He's a better man than almost anyone I know! But Laura's got choices what to do with her life.
Alf hasn't.
We keep this ledger on the counter And those wanting to take part enter their names and the texts from which they wish to read.
It is then your task to arrange the various passages into a pleasing bill of fare.
You are staring, Mr Delafield.
Do you mind? I think I've offended your housekeeper.
Include a murder in the penny reading and you will be forgiven anything.
Zillah loves a good, bloody death scene.
Unfortunately, your predecessor's tastes ran to the more romantic.
And you? Where do your tastes run, Miss Lane? Do you take sugar? You're a great reader.
My father was.
I never knew MY father.
Nor did my mother, which is probably more of the moment.
Are you trying to shock me, Mr Delafield? No, I'm being honest with you.
I'd not have you think me other than I am.
Not if we're to work together.
When we met earlier I thought you were not - could not - be the new teacher.
That assumption was based wholly on prejudice and I am very sorry for it.
Am I redeemed? only I do like to think well of myself.
It's my one weakness.
Come, let us start again as friends.
Static electricity.
The air is charged.
Perhaps we should expect another storm.
Half a Best, please, friend.
- You visiting these parts, are you? - Oh, no, no, no.
I'm the new teacher at the National School.
First day today.
Class was a bit thinner than expected.
Well, if you're here to tell them that their sons shouldn't have been kept out of school, then don't.
Lark Rise folk don't take kindly to lectures.
Well, who does? And who'd blame a man for putting his boy in the fields when there's extra money to be got? Poverty, it's no disgrace.
But it's a great inconvenience.
My question is this - without an education, how do you ever expect your sons to stand up and fight for more? So, I've a proposal for you.
If you'll hear it.
An after hours school, here in the Wagon and Horses.
You make sure your boys attend, make sure of it.
And I'll not report this mass truancy to the school board.
What do you say? I say I say we should buy this man a drink.
I don't believe you.
That's ridiculous.
An evening school? In the Wagon and Horses? Then I can do it! Farm work in the day, school at night.
- No.
- But I said no! A couple of hours in the Wagon and Horses might be good enough for boys who are gonna end up on the land, but not for you.
What's wrong with the land? Somebody's got to grow the food.
I want more for you! - I want better! - What if I don't? You will go to school in the proper way and you will pass your standard four exam, and you will stop arguing! Very well, Mother.
I'll stay in school, I'll pass my exams and I'll be the best damn qualified ploughboy in England! I'll make him pay for using language to you, but by Christ, Emma, you deserve it.
You tell me I can't have an opinion on Laura's life and then Don't ever try and tell a man how to live, not under his own roof.
Not him and not me.
# So early next morning # # she softly arose # # And dressed herself up # # in her dead brother's clothes # # She cut her hair close # # and she stained her face brown # # And went for a soldier # # in fair London town.
# Lizzie Arless was very young and what little she knew of the world came from stories, and the ballads Alf sang.
And who knows? Perhaps her plan might have worked, had she not been distracted by a display of nautical finery in the window of Pratt's Store.
That's a new frock.
And? Get out of here! - Go, how dare you steal - Get off me! Your parents should be ashamed, you little wretch! - Hey, stop it! Stop it! - Don't you ever! Enough! Enough! You thieving! Get out of my way! Come on.
It's Lizzie, isn't it? Can you walk, do you think? I think you should both come with me.
Get off! - Did you mean to take the hat, Lizzie? - It was just a borrow! To be like Polly Oliver in the song.
Polly Oliver? You were going to dress as a boy and run away? No! Not run away.
It was a sailor's hat that Lizzie took.
Her father's at sea.
She was going to fetch him, weren't you, Lizzie? So he can get my ma out of prison and we don't have to worry about the workhouse no more.
You will not get to school on time walking at Lizzie's pace.
Matthew is readying the trap.
Mr Delafield? I'm sorry.
You're very kind, Miss Lane.
I am very practical.
And my name is Dorcas.
Alf! I've come to put my name in the book.
For the penny reading.
- Alf, you can't - I can't read and that's a fact.
But there's always other ways of doing things, Laura.
Alternatives.
You want to bear that in mind.
You have to write what you're reading from as well.
Well, I shan't, cos I'm not telling.
We wish to bring charges.
For criminal damage, battery and assault! Mr Delafield pulled Pearl off the child, and he broke the stick with which she was beating her.
That is all.
Was he angry? I would say rather upset.
Both sisters are calling it an assault.
If there was an assault, Mr Delafield was not the perpetrator.
I see.
Well, thank you.
- You've been very clear.
- My regards to Lady Adelaide.
I'm not sure I'm the person to convey those good wishes at present.
Adelaide is angry with me.
Or disappointed, I'm not quite sure which.
Well, perhaps I've been negligent.
My mind has been elsewhere We felled the tree today It is natural to mourn the loss of an old friend.
Perhaps I fear that all it has meant to me has been lost with it.
Timothy.
I kissed you under that tree so many times.
We parted under that tree.
Maybe this loss is for the best.
We have both lived too long surrounded by monuments of what might have been.
And you are soon to be a father and I I have a life.
Perhaps it's time I started living it.
Phillip! You're not wearing it.
I can't.
- I'm sorry.
- I thought you liked it.
Rings, they mean something, you know.
If I was wearing it people might think What? That I like you? I do! That I belong to you.
Don't be silly! Look.
What if I were to take this and do this? And now, no-one will know.
Except me.
- So you didn't strike her? - No.
They say the child was stealing.
I believe there was a genuine misunderstanding.
Lizzie was guilty of foolishness, nothing else.
Your account of this incident tallies with that of Miss Lane's.
I shan't be taking the matter any further.
- And her word's sufficient? - Always.
Sir, Sir, come push her higher! Sir, push me higher! Excuse me.
Sir, I've won.
Goodbye, Mrs Grundy.
There are insufficient grounds to proceed with charges of any sort against Mr Delafield.
But I am bruised from head to toe! Well, if you would care to present your own person as evidence then Modesty forbids.
In that case, I think it would be best for all concerned if we put this unfortunate incident behind us.
He is unfit to have charge of young children! You have no evidence.
Sister! It will take more than a death scene to appease her now.
You bore witness for me today.
It seems your word carries great weight with Sir Timothy.
My father's dictionary.
I thought you might like to borrow it until yours has been found.
You put me in your debt.
Again.
Well, as to that, I merely told Sir Timothy what I saw.
This morning with Lizzie.
This this idea held by some that mistreatment is somehow character building.
But in my experience, if a person is brutalised, he breaks or becomes a brute himself.
I can't see children beaten.
You steadied me.
When I first came here about the penny reading, you didn't want to see me.
- What made you change your mind? - A-a whim.
And this morning when you told me your name.
Why? I wished you to know what my friends call me.
Am I your friend then? Are you not? Miss Lane, Dorcas, forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, but you seem to me to be a woman holding her breath.
And I cannot tell if that's because you're waiting for something to end, or for something to begin.
Dorcas? Yes.
Such a wicked little child and he's so brutal.
And so strong.
He just wrenched me off and flung me aside! She might have been dashed to pieces for all he cared.
He should be prosecuted, but without the - proper evidence - I thought Miss Lane had witnessed all? Miss Lane seems only to see as she chooses.
They do say love is blind.
Love? Miss Lane and the schoolmaster? Well, why not, after all? I hear he's a handsome fellow.
And I suppose even spinsters have hearts.
As for his being handsome, I really cannot say, but he is a menace to society.
Well, I've heard nothing but good about the man! He's got the Lark Rise children fair burstin' with learning, and he's running extra classes in the Wagon and Horses in his own time and without charge! Here is the lace trimming you ordered.
I shall collect payment next time I am passing.
I bid you all good day.
You were right all along, Thomas Brown! About Mr Delafield! The man is stewing in corruption! He is teaching children in a public house! And there's nothing we can do to prevent him from tainting, perhaps forever the young minds in his care.
Nothing, that is, without evidence.
If I paid for ten tuppenny stamps with half a guinea, how much change might I then expect? Depends on the post mistress! I don't allow for calling out in class.
You have to raise your hand, Mr Twister, like all the other boys.
Learnin', learnin', learnin'.
Too much damn learning going on these days! You're entitled to your opinion, but I'd say that an uneducated working man is a gift to those who hang onto their privilege.
Whereas an educated working man is a threat to their comfort, is a challenge to their status.
I know which I'd rather be.
Let's not have this turning political! There was a tankard broken last time.
That's cos I missed his head! Each to his own estate, - and leave be! - Right.
Here's a question about estate.
When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman? You site the scriptures, Sir, in defence of revolution! Why not? They're recruited often enough in favour of the other side.
The scriptures are the word of God! They are not to be bent to the will of man! I dispute that.
You dispute the word of the Almighty? A man's faith, or lack of it, is a matter for his own conscience.
I'm saying that if the word of the Almighty seems always to be used in support of one, privileged class, it must be worth asking if someone's putting those words in his mouth.
I saw the Sisters Pratt today.
They are most disappointed that the feral school teacher is to escape the long arm of the law.
There is no evidence against him.
So I gathered.
Women scorned are nasty, vengeful creatures.
In what way are they scorned? By the schoolmaster seeming to prefer Dorcas Lane to them, I imagine.
They were suggesting that she had been rather partial in her defence of him.
Did you find her so? I found her to be as she always is.
Nothing but gossip and idle tittle tattle then.
But it does make me think I would like to attend this penny reading.
You would be bored to death.
On the contrary.
I think I shall find it vastly illuminating.
The penny reading was not just entertainment.
It was a place to be seen.
And when the good people of Candleford heard what Mr Delafield had done to Pearl Pratt, the tide of public opinion turned against him.
A fact which Dorcas was all too well aware.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you would like to take your seats, please.
Mr Delafield.
How kind of you to save me a place.
See? I'm enjoying myself already.
Well, I shall tell Alf you're fit to dine with the Queen of England.
Now, how about a little honeycomb treat from Queenie's bees? Yes, please.
You mind Twister while I go and fetch it.
And you mind your language in front of 'em.
Do you know any games? Songs? I know a story.
About a family that was froze to death.
Every last one.
Shall I tell ye.
Goodbye.
Drive on, coachman.
God bless you.
"And the kind creature retreated into the garden, overcome with emotions.
" That was Master Edmund Timmins reading from Vanity Fair.
Thank you, Edmund.
And now in a last minute addition to the programme we have Mr Phillip White, who will be reading from Game Birds And Their Habits.
"It is said that the guinea-hen makes a remarkably poor mother.
" "For though prolific in her laying," "she is prone to forget or abandon whole clutches of eggs.
" And that's how they found 'em in the morning.
Frozen solid.
The little baby still clamped to its mother, her milk turned to ice in her breast.
It happened right here, in Lark Rise.
Year the old King died.
Bitterest winter I've ever known.
Colder than the grave, it was.
Colder than the grave.
She's been gone a while, ain't she? And it's turning chill.
Don't you feel it mortal chill? "Thus the provident game-keeper" "must find a foster mother to keep the abandoned eggs warm," "ensuring the survival of the clutch," "good sport for his master's gun" "and plentiful fowl for his table.
" Thank you.
Thank you very much.
It wasn't my intention to read to you this evening, but in the light of certain recent events, I've changed my mind.
This is from Charles Dickens' oliver Twist.
I've always had a certain fondness for Oliver, because like him, I was born in the workhouse.
But unlike him, I managed to get away before I was apprenticed to a coffin-maker, as happens in this following passage.
'Ere we are, my lovelies.
Twister? Twister?! Children? "Oh, you little wretch!, screamed Charlotte," "seizing Oliver with her utmost force," "which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man" "in particularly good training.
" "You ungrateful, murderous, horrid villain!" "and between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might.
" "Poor Noah! He was all but killed when I come in.
" "Noah, whose top waistcoat button might have been somewhere on a level" "with the crown of Oliver's head," "rubbed his eyes with the insides of his wrists" "and performed some affecting tears and sniffs.
" Well, we're gonna have to leave Oliver there, I'm afraid, which is just as well as I don't think any of us like to hear of such a small boy being so ill-treated, however affecting the tears and sniffs of their abuser.
And now we'll hear from Mr Alfred Arless who will recite John Keat's Ode To A Nightingale.
"My heart aches," "and a drowsy numbness pains my sense, as though of hemlock I have drunk.
" "or emptied some dull opiate to the drains one minute past " Please! I need your help.
It's the children.
They're gone! - Come! Quickly.
Bring lanterns! - Don't speak to me! I have it! Have what, Thomas Brown? I have your evidence.
Don't worry, they can't have gone far.
Alf and I will take the ditches.
Mr Paxton, you and the others take the farms and the Shhhh.
You must be frozen to the bone! Come 'ere.
Is that my brandy? Nip of spirit to keep out the cold.
Are they my curtains? That old winter ain't going to get them.
Not with Twister in charge.
Too damn clever for it, just too damn clever.
Are they in their beds? Alf's scared to shut his eyes in case they're gone again when he opens them.
Laura up to bed? You should go to bed yourself.
Annie will be awake soon ready for her feed.
I just want Edmund to have more.
And I want Laura to have as much.
She will! She's got prospects.
That is not what I am talking about! You and me, Emma.
This! This is what I want for her.
Haven't we had enough? Haven't we had so much more than we ever thought? Mr Delafied holds strong opinions.
That is not, however, against the law.
He preaches atheism, revolution and the overthrow of the natural social order! Well, if I were in his shoes, perhaps I would do the same.
I doubt that the other members of the school board will share your tolerance.
No, you're right.
they won't.
And it is precisely for that reason that I would ask you to examine your motives.
Do you truly wish for a man to lose his position over an incident which, after all, reflects badly upon everyone involved? Duty is a stern taskmaster.
And now that Miss Lane's testimony is thrown into doubt How is it thrown into doubt? Due to the intimacy of her relationship with Mr Delafield.
I will see myself out.
Pearl and Ruby Pratt have a dossier detailing certain statements made by Mr Delafield.
His religious and political opinions are of a radical bent.
And when the school board hears of this, it will cost him his job.
He must mount a defence.
He will lose.
Not only this position, but any hope of gaining a teaching post in the future.
They also seek to re-investigate the incident with the Arless child.
I don't understand.
They suggest that the nature of you relationship with him render you an unreliable witness.
They will not be believed, but the public anatomising of your relationship will not help him.
I say I have a friend in Manchester.
He is founding a school for the children of mill workers and is looking for a teacher.
He would take my recommendation.
Why do you come to me with this? So that you may do what you think is best.
- I must go.
- Mr Delafiedl is a good man.
I Well, as you said, I think it is time we both moved on with our lives.
I saw Queenie this morning.
Says Twister don't remember nothing about it.
Well, the children don't look any the worse for it.
I'm sorry you had to suffer so.
I'm not.
If it brought you here.
Don't say that! Why not? It's true.
You don't know how I feel for you, Laura.
I don't want you to feel for me.
I can't help it.
It's like breathing to me.
Well, then you must stop.
Stop breathing? - I've a suspicion I'd die.
- Don't joke about it! Please.
But you came back.
I'm your friend.
Only that? Only? Alf, I've known you longer than I've known myself.
And you being my friend it's everything to me.
Not quite everything, eh? I've got to go.
Dorcas! How long have you been standing there? When I sat next to you at the penny reading, I thought to help, to show that you had friends, supporters.
But I have done you so much more harm than good! The gossip-mongers say that I bore false witness on your behalf because I - because of a fondness between us.
- They're right about half of that.
Tomorrow the Pratt sisters will give me a letter addressed to the school board.
It contains statements that you have made.
Political statements.
It will cost you your job and, if you fight it, your reputation.
Now there is another position, teaching the children of factory workers in Manchester.
- It's yours if you want it.
- By whose agency? Sir Timothy was never one to stand by - while spite carries the day.
- Sir Timothy? You don't think I've got the stomach for a fight? I think you have no idea what that fight would mean.
The spite of two bitter women.
Why should I care? Why should you?! Our affections do not exist in a vacuum! The censure, the disgust of those around us, however undeserved, will wear the best of us down in the end.
So that's why it never happened between you and him, because he was too afraid to marry below his class? - You make it all sound very simple.
- It is simple.
I'm gonna stay.
And I'm gonna fight.
But you will lose everything! Your vocation, your passion, - your purpose - I'd have you! You will wake up one morning and you will no longer recognise yourself.
And I would hate myself for it.
I can't I can't presume to understand the nature of the ties that bind you here, but I know that you of all people, you deserve more than this! You deserve more than what's left over! You deserve everything.
You've held your breath long enough.
Burn this one.
I've come to say goodbye.
But I can't.
I mean, I go because you ask it of me.
But I would return for the same reason.
- Good day to you.
- Good morning.
A delivery has arrived for Miss Midwinter.
I think she has another admirer.
They say a storm in Summer clears the air and leaves the world peaceful.
But there are some storms that stir the world so about, that when they have passed, things can never be set back quite as they were.
Thank you.
How can I help you?