he foists himself into miss lane's employ, and in no time it's "dorcas, dorcas, dorcas."ow he goes off prowling into the night. entry is closed tomorrow, and i haven't even begun my historical passage yet. there's something untoward about that man, and i intend to unravel him. a night prowler stalks the streets of dark. our odysseus keeps watch and calls out. hark! hark! hark! ( door closes ) gabriel... i woke early this morning and decided to have some tea. would you care to have some? i waited all night, but he did not appear. perhaps that is to the good. it tells you that there is nothing for you to agitate your mind about. i think not, miss lane. i appreciate your efforts to appease me, but i shall return again tonight. you cannot forgo your sleep. as i crouched there in the dark, my mind turned back to when i met liza. she came into the foundry looking for work. it all happened so quickly, like a fever. we were married within weeks. you must've been utterly smitten to propose to her so quickly. it was her suggestion. we hardly had time to put up the banns. gabriel...

( crying ) dorcas: money? minnie: i saw him give it. it seems we have no choice but to accept that daniel has a charge to answer. i'm asking you to accept that i'm honorable in this, mr. timmins. if you were the father, you would not dare look me in the eye. i'm in such a confusion of feelings. fisher bloom? when? he is on his way. on the roadshow; we see some of the most beautiful gardens in the land as well, and we've two of them to share with you, with some unseen gems from two of our most beautifully manicured venues. one of the things i like best about the roadshow is that it's one big guessing game-- thousands of people stagger along, laden down with mysterious bags and packages, and their first port of call is what we call reception, and that's where we get our first peek at what they've brought, and it's my favorite place on the roadshow. i love trying to fathom out what's inside our visitors' bags, and why they've brought them. but i'm just a beginner at this. people like henry here are the masters of the game. our experts see

i am grateful for your intervention, dorcas. but your words were not what pulled me back from self-ruin. it was coming back here, seeing my home. it was as though my wife spoke to me, soothing me, telling me to live, to surrender. none of this matters. all that endures... is my love for liza. your dedication to love is... most moving, mr. cochrane. gabriel. what-- what will you do now? i need employment. and i can think of no better place to begin my life again than the candleford forge. will you have me? ( laughs ) laura: human frailty, the locals claimed, could make the best of us do things that were out of character. however well-intentioned, we might deceive our neighbors, and we might deceive our family. emma: my darling robert, thank you for the money you've sent. it has lifted our spirits here in the end house. we are truly grateful, and appreciate the sacrifice you are making for us. laura: gabriel cochrane came to candleford to start a new life. but the ghosts of his old life were not with him yet. kind friends, the tim

dorcas: minnie! ( knock on door ) laura! laura! minnie, are you in there? ( knock on door ) goodness. laura, aren't you supposed to be going over to lark rise for lunch? i thought that i could do it, but i can't. daniel is knocking at the door for you. i cannot face it. to walk over there with him, to sit with him and my family. i feel dishonest. i'm in such a confusion of feelings. and am i right to imagine it has nothing to do with emily mullins? "it seems inglestone have lived too long in the shadow of candleford. they've decided they want a town clock." ohh. oh, dear. "they so admire the candleford clock that they insist on employing the same clockmaker." fisher bloom? when? he is on his way. ( indistinct chatter ) ( low ) you know something about this, don't you? ( sighs ) i wish i didn't. laura: hamlet folk often said that you could see gossip coming out of mrs. mullins' mouth like steam. her own troubles weren't to stop her from doing what she did best. and she only went and sold his easy chair without so much as asking him. i know it for a fact! ( b

what we mean to say is, dorcas, we wish to show our support. queenie: we intend to march! inglestone! we have a song for it! ♪ when the roll ♪ when the roll is called up yonder ♪ ♪ when the roll ♪ when the roll is called up yonder ♪ every man and woman and child and goose and trumpet that can walk... candleford folk as well as lark rise, to make it known how we feel about our post office. you are part of us, miss lane, and whatever harm comes to you, comes to us as well. how many times have you shown us such loyalty and devotion? then i am grateful indeed. we will be ready to set off for inglestone in an hour or so, miss lane. we propose to invite as many candleford folk as we can to join us, ma'am. oh, an hour. i see. very good. let's hope the train arrives at bicester in time. we are expecting a visitor who might give you a glorious headline. ( chuckles ) ( all chatting ) minnie... ( sighs ) minnie... while i was in candleford, i just wanted to say-- i know, alfie. i have my sisters to look after. i know. i live in lark rise, you live in candleford. i know, i know. i kno