Aye. A fortuitous turn of events indeed.

A far better prospect this time.

But I do not love him. You cannot make me do this.

-We must. -Please, I beg of you.

There must be another way.

Without your marriage to Lord Barkis...

...we shall be forced, penniless, into the street.

We are destitute.

But Victor....

Victor Van Dort has gone, child.

You shall marry Lord Barkis tomorrow.

-According to plan. -According to plan.

Oh, my dear. Oh, don't look at me that way.

You have only to suffer this union until death do us part.

And that will come sooner than you think.

Oh, it's almost dawn! Where could he be?

Wealthy newcomer? It cannot be.

Oh, Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing.

Mayhew, are you trying to kill us?

I think he's trying to kill us.