The Duchess Page #5

I must ask you to return to London.

- Without you?

- Yes.

These are from our girls.

Little Hart neglected to write,

but then, of course, he's not yet one.

- This will be the mistake of your life.

- No.

I made that many years ago.

I trust you can see yourself out.

- Damn you, man, open the door!

- Your Grace.

Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama!

Mama, Mama, Mama.

- Come on, girls.

- Mama. I love you.

Girls, run along.

Your mother will join you in a minute.

Come on.

Run along.

G.

You must know

how greatly pleased I am

that we have come to an arrangement.

It's not good for little ones

to be without their mother for so long.

- My life for theirs.

- That's one way of putting it.

Your mother called it "common decency

before personal gratification,"

or some such thing.

The exact words escape me.

How about

"imprisoned in my own house"?

No. That's not how she put it.

I would have remembered that.

Georgiana!

Unhand me!

Georgiana!

Georgiana! Will you please unhand me?

Excuse me.

Georgiana! Please.

Georgiana!

- Thank you, Burleigh.

- Let him go.

I have written a dozen times a day.

Still, there is nothing from you.

What has happened?

Do you love me no longer?

- My personal feelings remain unaltered.

- Then we must be together again.

I want to marry you.

I want you to bear my children.

And I don't care if they're boys or girls!

- I wish it could be that way.

- It can. It will.

Sorrows will come

however we try to avoid them.

We must stay the course

and never give in.

- No, Charles.

- You must leave and be with me.

A free woman. Now! Let us leave now!

I cannot abandon my children.

Listen to what you are asking me to do.

What's the matter?

Don't like the pigeon?

I find it quite decent.

I'm carrying Charles Grey's child.

Please be so kind as to inform

the Duchess of my decision.

This is how it will be.

You will be taken to the country

where you will give birth to the child,

and the child will be trusted

to the care of Charles Grey's family.

Are you listening?

I think she's heard you. Let's leave her.

- Georgiana, please.

- I said let's leave.

This is not a discussion.

She's been informed of my decision.

- Have pity on her, William.

- Pity be damned.

She's brought this upon herself,

as well you know.

- Now come.

- No. I will go with her.

But you're not going anywhere.

I will go with G, if G will have me,

and there's nothing you can do or say

to stop either of us.

- Thank you for coming.

- I couldn't not be with you.

It's time.

- Would it help...

- No, I must take her.

Your Grace, I'm General Grey.

Where's Charles?

Your husband thought it best

if I took care of this.

General Grey.

Her name is Eliza.

Come on.

Come on, G. I've got you. I've got you.

I'm not particularly adept

at expressing myself

when it comes to matters

of a more personal nature.

But I shall try.

Over the years, I have acted in ways

that you have judged to be harsh.

Well, I do not wish for you

to undergo any further suffering.

In fact, I would like our lives

to find a calm normality.

Lady Melbourne has arranged

a small gathering

in honor of your recent return

from holiday.

And given some of the vague reports

that have been circulating this past year

I think it would be wise for us to go.

A show of unity, so to speak.

Who will be there?

Everybody.

As you wish.

How wonderful to be that free.

Come here.

Come here. Little G, come here.

The Duke and Duchess of Devonshire

and Lady Elizabeth Foster.

- Your Grace.

- It's lovely to see you.

Welcome back, Your Grace.

Excuse me.

- Welcome back.

- Welcome home, Your Grace.

- Welcome back.

- Welcome back, G.

Your presence has been sorely missed.

Would you excuse me?

- Mr. Grey.

- Your Grace.

I trust your tour was enjoyable.

Yes.

We spent the summer in Switzerland

and the winter in Nice.

Well, I speak on behalf of everybody

when I say how glad I am

that you have arrived home safely.

And what news with you?

I'm to be engaged.

To Lady Ponsonby.

The announcement will follow shortly.

Congratulations.

And I have a niece, Eliza,

who is very much loved.

One day you should come

and meet her,

in a little while.

If you would like.

I would like that very much.

Who's going to catch me first?

- Me!

- Quick, girls.

Quick, I'm going to get away!

Come on, girls, keep running.

And I love you, and I love you.

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