Stripped to the waist We fall into the river. Cover your eyes So you don't know the secret I've been trying to hide. We held our breath To see our names are written On the wreck of '86 That was the year I knew the panic was over + /

Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.