Crimson Peak Page #2

A name,

a patch of land

and the will to

make it yield.

The least that you

can grant me

is the courtesy

of your time

and the chance to prove to you

and these fine gentlemen

that my will, dear sir,

is, at the very least,

as strong as yours.

I need a corset.

No, you don't.

You look very handsome.

Do I?

Yes, you do,

young man.

I do wish you'd change your mind

and come along tonight.

Mrs. McMichael has

gone to a lot of trouble.

Little Lord Fauntleroy

will be there.

You mean Thomas Sharpe?

Sir Thomas Sharpe,

Baronet.

Apparently, he's taken

an interest in young Eunice.

I saw you spying

on us, child.

Was his proposal

so outrageous

as to merit such a

harsh answer from you?

It wasn't his

proposal, my love.

It was him.

There's something about

him that I don't like.

What, I don't know.

And I don't like

not knowing.

What I saw was

a dreamer facing defeat.

Did you see his suit?

It was beautifully tailored,

but at least a decade old.

I can see that you observed

far more than I did.

And his shoes were

handmade, but worn.

That'll be young

Dr. McMichael.

He's brought his new

motorcar to collect me.

Come and see it.

Say hello to him.

He's just opened

his new practice.

And he's always been

awfully fond of you.

I know that, Father.

Good evening, Marie.

Good evening,

Dr. McMichael.

Good evening,

Mr. Cushing.

Alan.

Hello, Edith.

My, don't we look

smart, Alan.

Oh, it's just something

I threw together.

It's Edith who should be

the belle of the ball this evening.

Don't you agree, Alan?

As I recall, Edith takes a dim view

of social frivolity.

You lads enjoy

the party.

Don't let him

drink too much.

Hey.

So, she's not coming?

Stubborn to the bone.

Where does she

get that from?

I'm not complaining.

I like it.

"Allerdale Hall."

Father, did you

forget something?

What is it?

What do you want?

Beware of Crimson Peak.

Excuse me, miss.

Are you all right, miss?

Whatever is it?

Please, help me up.

There's a Sir Thomas

Sharpe at the door.

Thomas Sharpe?

He's dripping wet,

and most insistent on coming in.

Well, that's absolutely

out of the question, Annie.

Please just tell

him to go away.

I tried.

And?

He wants to

talk to you.

Miss Cushing.

Are you all right?

You seem a little pale.

I'm not all too well,

Sir Thomas, I'm afraid.

Father isn't home.

Oh, I know.

I waited in the rain

for him to leave.

Oh.

I know he's going to the reception at

the McMichael house,

which is my

destination, too.

But that's in

Bidwell Parkway, sir.

This is Masten Park.

You're very, very lost.

That I am.

And I desperately

need your help.

My help with what?

Miss Cushing, the language,

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