blakestone says is true enough. he has every right to deliver directly from the area main sorting post office. my hand is forced. i am left with no option but to consider his offer. will you wait for me? i wish to come to inglestone with you to speak with mr. blakestone, in person, to receive from him, in person, particular assurances. of course. he may wish to hide from me, but i have no wish to hide from him. for a man who has a clock to make in inglestone, you spend a lot of time in candleford. you're the city journalist. i'd have thought you might figure that one out yourself. well, if you want laura to take you seriously, you must want to convince her you'll stay. if you don't mind, right now i'd rather just keep my own company. i have a job to do, and i ain't feeling too good about it. what's going on? what have you done? daniel, some days, even the good things you do are bad. sydney, i will be home for tea. ma, will i one day be post master of the candleford post office? sydney, you are so bright. you can go