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of social frivolity.

You lads enjoy

the party.

Don't let him

drink too much.

Hey.

So, she's not coming?

Stubborn to the bone.

Where does she

get that from?

I'm not complaining.

I like it.

"Allerdale Hall."

Father, did you

forget something?

What is it?

What do you want?

Beware of Crimson Peak.

Excuse me, miss.

Are you all right, miss?

Whatever is it?

Please, help me up.

There's a Sir Thomas

Sharpe at the door.

Thomas Sharpe?

He's dripping wet,

and most insistent on coming in.

Well, that's absolutely

out of the question, Annie.

Please just tell

him to go away.

I tried.

And?

He wants to

talk to you.

Miss Cushing.

Are you all right?

You seem a little pale.

I'm not all too well,

Sir Thomas, I'm afraid.

Father isn't home.

Oh, I know.

I waited in the rain

for him to leave.

Oh.

I know he's going to the reception at

the McMichael house,

which is my

destination, too.

But that's in

Bidwell Parkway, sir.

This is Masten Park.

You're very, very lost.

That I am.

And I desperately

need your help.

My help with what?

Miss Cushing, the language,

for one thing.

As you can plainly see,

I do not speak a word of American.

Tell me, why would you

want to stay here?

All alone.

Alan, this is

Sir Thomas Sharpe.

Sir Thomas,

Dr. Alan McMichael.

Best man in town if

you're feeling poorly.

I've heard so much about you

from Mother and my sister.

Although, I must confess,

I had a little trouble understanding your title.

"Baronet."

Edith kindly

explained it to me.

Edith,

this is Lady Lucille Sharpe.

My sister.

I'm delighted to

meet you, Miss Cushing.

You've managed to delay

my brother quite a bit.

Now's the time.

Poor Eunice was

growing desperate.

She claims no gentleman in America knows

how to dance a proper waltz.

Come with me.

Interesting development,

don't you think?

Indeed.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please make some space.

The baronet would like to

demonstrate for us the waltz.

European style.

Mrs. McMichael,

I wanted to apologize.

Edith, we weren't

expecting you.

I know. And I'm sure

there's no place for me...

Don't worry,

my child.

Everybody has their place.

I'll make sure

you find yours.

The waltz.

Not a complicated

dance, really.

The lady takes her place slightly to

the left of the leading gentleman.

Six basic steps,

and that's all.

However, it is said that

the true test of the perfect waltz

is for it to

be so swift,

so delicate

and so smooth

that a candle flame will not be extinguished

in the hand of the lead dancer.

Now, that requires

the perfect partner.

Would you be mine?

I don't think so.

Thank you.

But I'm sure Eunice

would be delighted.

I dare say.

But I have asked you.

Why are

we doing this?

I've always closed my eyes to things

that made me uncomfortable.

It makes

everything easier.

I don't want to

close my eyes.

I want to keep

them open.

Mr. Holly!

Mr. Cushing.

I like the club the first

thing in the morning.

I have it all

to myself.

A great way to

start the day, sir.

There's a young gentleman

and his sister.

I want you to

investigate for me.

There's something not

quite right about them.

I want results.

As soon as possible.

You have not been using

the drops regularly...

Edith, come in.

...and I must insist

you do so.

Take this to the druggist

and ask him to prepare it exactly.

And resume the dose.

"Toxicology of the Eye."

"Morphology of the Optic Nerve."

"Principles of Optical

Refraction."

And "Arthur Conan Doyle."

Fancy yourself

a detective?

Well, not really,

but he is an ophthalmologist

just like me.

Come.

I think you're going to like

what I have to show you.

Ghost photography

is easy to fake.

However, with

glass plates

it is, by definition,

impossible.

I got these in London.

They're genuine.

The image is captured using

a coating of silver salts,

invisible to the naked eye.

It's called

a latent image.

Now, it's my belief

that houses,

places, be it by chemical

compounds in the earth

or the minerals in the stone

can retain impressions

or a person that is

no longer living.

But not everyone

can see them.

The man that just left,

amongst other ailments,

is color blind.

Now, that man will never

perceive the colors red or green.

He only accepts their existence because

the majority around him does.

Perhaps we only

notice things

when the time comes

for us to see them.

You've never spoken to me

about these interests of yours, Alan.

You've never given

me the chance.

Edith, I understand your

fascination with the Sharpes,

but in your own

best interest,

proceed with caution

is all I ask.

You've been gone

a long time and, well,

I've managed somewhat.

No, Edith.

I think every time I read it,

it gets better and better.

And I don't mind

the love story at all.

Just a chapter or two.

Well, I like it.

Let me know

what you think.

I'll finish it now.

Is it a butterfly?

No.

But it will be soon.

Oh, I hadn't

seen them.

They're dying.

They take their heat

from the sun

and when it deserts them,

they die.

That's sad.

No, it's not sad,

Edith. It's nature.

It's a savage world

of things dying

or eating each other,

right beneath our feet.

Surely there's

more to it than that.

Beautiful things

are fragile.

At home, we have

only black moths.

Formidable creatures,

to be sure,

but they lack beauty.

They thrive on the

dark and the cold.

What do they

feed on?

Butterflies,

I'm afraid.

Are you sure

about this?

I don't think she's the right choice.

She's too young.

She's just

a child, Thomas.

Lucille, I've

explained all this.

I will need the ring.

The ring's mine.

I earned it.

I will want it back.

Then you'd better

hope I'm successful.

This is the last thing

we have to sell.

You're not selling it.

We are buying

something with it.

Mr. Holly.

Is something the matter?

Mr. Cushing.

It is not often that I am

the bearer of bad news,

but when I am,

I insist upon delivering it myself.

Don't open it here.

Now is the time.

Edith, may I

have a word?

Just one moment.

Let me get my father.

Father.

Everybody's waiting.

I'll be there shortly.

Miss Cushing.

Edith. I really have no

right to ask this, but...

Sir Thomas.

May I speak with you

in my study, please?

You and your sister,

if you would be so kind as to fetch her.

Child, please tell our guests that

we will join them presently.

Now, Lady Lucille.

Sir Thomas,

the first time we met

I imagine it was hard for

you to realize that I didn't like you.

You made that

clear enough, sir.

But I had hoped that

now, with time...

Your time, Sir Thomas,

is up.

Could you speak

plainly, Mr. Cushing?

Plain I will be, missy.

Plainer than you

might like to hear.

In the past few days

your brother has

deemed it fine enough

to mix business with pleasure

by repeatedly engaging

socially with my daughter.

My only daughter.

Sir, I'm aware that I have

no position to offer,

but the fact is...

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