Sam Youd as John Christopher

The lane joined again onto a wider road, and they drove through a broader flatter valley which at last brought them once more in sight of the sea. But this was the western coast; it...

‘No, cousin …’ The denial, she realized, could apply either to his last sentence or to what she knew would follow. Which had she meant herself? She was not quite sure. She tried again to...

‘I am fully engaged.’ He took the card from her and studied it for a moment in silence. Then he said: ‘The next is a mazurka. That will do capitally.’ She said, trying to be...

‘Beauty such as yours, my dear Sarnia, has power. But none of these is one tenth as powerful as money. The evidence is undeniable.’ ‘But I deny it. Money only has power insofar as men...

The guard’s whistle was blown and the engine chuffed into life. The train moved out of the station’s gloom into the brighter ambience of the city’s dusk. Overhead the sky was deep, almost violet blue;...

She spoke confidingly to Sarnia. ‘I suppose all men have their faults, but I would rather have extravagance than meanness.’ ‘I perfectly agree,’ Sarnia said. ‘Meanness and coldness – they are much the same thing...

The evening of a clear summer day was darkening when the carriage conveyed them into Vauxhall station. The gas jets flared high up but were little needed still; even under the shadow of the platform...

‘We seem to do a prodigious amount of walking in London,’ he observed. ‘Do you not walk much in Guernsey, then?’ Sarnia asked. ‘That we do,’ he chuckled. ‘And climb as well. Our town is...