[tat-er-sawl, -suh l] 

1. a pattern of squares formed by colored crossbars on a solid-color, usually light background.

2. a fabric with this pattern.


3. having this pattern or made of such fabric:
    a tattersall vest.

Richard Tattersall (1724-95) was an Englishman who in 1766 bought a 99-year lease at Hyde Park Corner (now within London), where he established his business as a horse auctioneer. Tattersall became very wealthy and influential because of his honesty and efficiency in business. His horse market sold blankets woven in a check or plaid pattern for use on horses. Tattersall, designating the fabric, entered English at the end of the 19th century.

“Checks such as gingham and windowpane are usually even, while checks such as tattersall and houndstooth are uneven.”
- Claire Shaeffer, Claire Shaeffer’s Fabric Sewing Guide, 2008


🔹 POLDARK BOOK 6: The Four Swans 🔹

Near the bank were four swans, almost
stationary, moving so slowly that they appeared, only to be drifting with the tide. Each one was mirrored, duplicated in the still water. It seemed sometimes that they could see their own reflections and were admiring themselves. Then one or another would break her reflection by dipping a delicate beak. Graceful things. White things. Like women. Unpredictable. Gentle. Fierce. Faithful or unfaithful. Loyal or traitorous. God, who knew?
A gust of gnats moved around him, and he waved them away like the beggar children. They departed as reluctantly.
Smell of wood smoke drifted on the air.
Leaves were turning colour early.
In the massed trees of the other river bank, copper and ochre was staining the green.
The swans were separating little by little, inertly, more it seemed by vagaries of the current than by design. The one nearest the bank had a more slender neck and a more graceful way of holding it, like a question mark: She drifted towards him, wings a little elevated, head to one side, fate or errant-fancy bringing her. Then she suddenly turned away, foot lazily moving, rejecting any interest she might appear to have shown. He had made no movement either to entice or rebuff..
Four women in his life, Four with whom he had been concerned this year,
Demelza and Elizabeth, of course. Caroline..
Who was the fourth? One of the swans had a damaged wing, feathers awry and stained. On Sawle Feast day Ross had been turning to leave his pew when Morwenna had smiled at Drake, and he had caught a glimpse of the smile.
The damaged swan. Appropriate image. So she would stay while she remained linked to that man. But who was, to alter that now? Whom God hath joined …
And his own marriage? And Elizabeth’s? And even Caroline’s..
All in the melting pot? Certainly his own. This was the worst, of it, when he had thought his own the most deep-rooted, the most secure. Like a rock.
But the rock was on sand.
One man, a likeable man but in his own way unprincipled, had come into their house and come between them. Now she was part lost - or wholly lost - he did not Know……

anonymous asked:

Hii, will demelza know about the kiss betwen ross and elizabeth?

In the books there isn’t ‘a kiss’.

Cannot repeat this strongly enough. In the books there is not a ‘kiss’.

In the books the importance of that meeting is ENTIRELY the confession from Elizabeth that Valentine might be Ross’s child, and that George suspects it. The kisses are a farewell:

He hadn’t released her arm and though she made a movement away from him he did not let go. Quietly he pulled her towards him and covered her face with kisses. Nothing at all violent, this time; five or six brushing kisses, loving, admiring; too sexual to be brotherly yet too affectionate to be altogether resented.
‘Goodbye,’ Ross said. ‘My dear.’

Yes, it’s written as ‘too sexual to be brotherly’ and loving, but these are not sexual kisses. This is not a passionate kiss. This is a farewell. It is a goodbye. It is a sort of resolution to their estrangement, and acknowledgement that they are each different people and that though their lives will always be linked, they can part better now. Less bitter, on Elizabeth’s side, and friendlier on Ross’s - but that does not mean any romantic or passionate attachment or embrace between them whatsoever.

Demelza finds out that Ross and Elizabeth met in the graveyard and walked off together towards Trenwith - no more, no less. She hears it from Jud, who is gravedigger. I imagine that in the show, Tholly Tregirls will fulfil that function. She never tells Ross that she heard about it.

A year or so later, in the context of them hearing of Hugh’s illness and Demelza saying she doesn’t know how involved her feelings are for Hugh, Ross tells Demelza about the meeting - not about the content of it, in terms of Valentine, but about how he felt about it:

‘Is there room for two women in a man’s heart? The answer is no – not in the exclusive way I meant it. I never told you … a year or so ago I was up at Sawle Church about Agatha’s stone and I met Elizabeth returning from the Odgers’. I walked as far as Trenwith with her and we talked of things.’
‘What things?’

‘No matter. What we talked of doesn’t affect what I have to say now. It was the first time I’d seen her alone since – well, for years. I think at the end of the meeting we had come a little nearer accord than since – since she married George. She’s still a beautiful creature, a woman of a sweet nature, kind and honest and far too good for that fellow she has married. I say all this to you deliberately for it is my view of her.
‘I’m pleased to hear it.’
‘No, you are not; but no matter. What I want to say is I came away from that meeting with the renewed conviction that she no longer meant anything to me – that is, in the way you do. I loved her once – as you know too well – and idealized her. I shall always think of her with admiration and affection. But … she won’t ever be central to me as you are – preoccupying, all-important, indispensable, both as a person and a woman …

Bolded by me for emphasis.

Four women in his life? Four with whom he had been concerned this year? Demelza and Elizabeth, of course. Caroline? Who was the fourth? One of the swans had a damaged wing, feathers awry and stained. On Sawle Feast day Ross had been turning to leave his pew when Morwenna had smiled at Drake, and he had caught a glimpse of the smile. The damaged swan. Appropriate image. So she would stay while she remained linked to that man. But who was to alter that now? Whom God hath joined…
And his own marriage? And Elizabeth’s? And even Caroline’s? All in the melting pot? Certainly his own. This was the worst of it, when he had thought his own the most deep-rooted, the most secure. Like a rock. But the rock was on sand. One man, a likeable man but in his own way unprincipled, had come into their house and come between them. Now she was part lost – or wholly lost – he did not know.
—  The Four Swans, Winston Graham

arlome  asked:

Oooohhh, number 1 please! Carolight (but that goes without saying:P)

Hello dear Evie! 💓 eeeee I hope you enjoy this fluffy drabble, sorry it took so long! xo


“The doctor said it’s normal, mistress,” the maid explains to a disgruntled Caroline Enys.

Caroline clutches her favourite pink dress, ripped at the seams, with several buttons missing from the navel area. “Well that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,” she mourns, finally accepting her pregnancy weight gain.

A tired Dr. Dwight Enys enters the room and then stops abruptly, respectfully averting his gaze as the maid assists Caroline out of her corset. “Oh, I’m sorry ladies, I shall return later,” he says, turning to exit again.

“Wait! You could be of some use to us, my love.”

Dwight’s face furrows in confusion. “How so?”

“Could you ride to Truro tomorrow to fetch me a new gown or two? Sadly, my old ones no longer fit and it won’t do to look so dishevelled.” She shows him the ruined pink dress.

If she had requested that he reach into the sky, pull out the moon and hand it to her he could not have looked more exasperated. “Caroline, I cannot possibly buy you a frock! I know nothing of these things! Besides, you must be fitted properly,” he excuses logically, a smile beginning to form on his face as he basks in what must be certain victory.

“Hicks shall take my measurements and I shall hand them to you within the hour, and tomorrow you may ride Truro and order me a new gown,” she counters, a controlled smile on her face.

Dwight’s smile vanishes. “But- but suppose I choose wrongly!” he whines.

Caroline sighs pointedly at her husband and places her hands on her hips. “Suppose the sun fails to rise or the entire world is engulfed in flames! Please, my love,” she pleads, and his face softens. “You wouldn’t want your dear wife to feel unattractive and for both her and your unborn child to be in discomfort now, would you?” she asks sweetly, fluttering her long eyelashes at him, her teeth exposed between her crimson rips.

The doctor groans before sighing all of the air from his lungs- relenting. “Very well, I shall ride there before tending to my patients tomorrow.”
He could not say no to this woman.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Dwight Enys was wishing he had done just that. He was simply overwhelmed by the sheer volume of colours, patterns and materials available. He examines a piece of golden satin and wonders if it would perhaps look nice with embroidered pink flowers. He groans and decides against it; he could not recall ever seeing such a dress and it would most likely be very expensive. Why had he not called upon Demelza to help him with this task?
Several fabrics and an hour later, with the promise of two gowns being delivered to Killewarren later today, Dwight solemnly departs for Sawle.


After a long day dealing with a terrible bout of tonsillitis at the mine, Dwight is heart glad to see the dim lights of Killewarren. That is, until he spots an unfamiliar carriage pull into the courtyard from the other entrance. Dwight dismounts his horse in the stables and approaches the vehicle.
A young man jumps out and carefully pulls out two large, decorated boxes. “Good evening to ye, Sur. Mrs. Davis did say ye did request some gowns for Miss Penvenen and she been workin’ all day to have ‘em fit for ‘ee, Sur,” the boy explains pleasantly.

Dwight winces slightly at the image of the area’s most beloved, old seamstress working herself weary to the bone over his order. “Thank you, Sir,” the young man of sixteen looks delighted with the title of respect bestowed upon him, “I shall take those for you.”

The young man takes a step back. “Oh, no, Sur. 'Twould hardly be proper, Sur. If ye’d be so kind as to fetch your butler I may give him these here boxes.”

Dwight struggles to contain an eye roll at the queerness of society and does as the young man asks.
After the boxes have been dispensed to the butler and thence onto Hicks, Dwight scurries away to his study as though he were a child hiding from an anticipated scolding.

After twenty-five minutes of anxious pacing, Dwight decides to check on Caroline; his thoughts are various alarmed profanities as he reaches the closed door of their bedroom. He turns the doorknob and slowly peeks his head around the doorframe. Caroline is standing in a shift, studying her new floral lavender and pale blue silk and linen gowns that are spread across their bed.

She looks over her shoulder at him and Dwight winces as she begins to move towards him. He shuts his eyes in anticipation of a slap to the face but is pleasantly surprised when his wife throws her arms around his neck. “Oh, Dwight! They are so beautiful! However did you pick them? Did Demelza help you?” she asks breathlessly.

Dwight blinks at her several times. “Wh-what? You like them? D-Demelza didn’t help me, I selected them myself,” he states, his chest puffing slightly with pride as he examines the smile on his wife’s face. “I’ve always thought you looked beautiful in purple,” he adds shyly.

She leans up at kisses his blushing face. “Really? Perhaps I should send you to fetch my clothes from now on, Dr. Enys. It appears you know me better than I know myself,” she teases. “But why blue?” She raises her eyebrows in anticipation.

“Oh, I do, my love,” he dismisses casually, causing Caroline to giggle. He leans into her, presses his forehead against hers and nudges his nose against hers. “You wore blue to our wedding,” he explains. “Whenever you wear that colour I am forced to remember the happiest day of my life.”

She blushes fiercely but smacks him playfully on the arm. “You are so vilely sentimental, my love. I believe I shan’t ever be able to make a real gentleman out of you!”

He laughs heartily at her defensive comment. She had worked her way into his life and stolen his heart with her flippant tongue and her mirthful eyes; and he had no intention of ever asking for it back.

Greetings, all! What follows is something I’ve been wanting to address for a while. It’s a bit of a headache (I know, believe me——I had to write it all out xD), so bear with me, please. :) (A big thanks to born-to-be-admired for contributing to this post as well!)

I have stated multiple times, as I’m sure many of you have noticed, that myself and my exclusive partners do not abide by the canon of S3 of the new series (Or S2 beyond E04) of Poldark. Sadly, both S3 and a great deal of S2 do a horrible job portraying both events and characters, straying dramatically not only from the source content (The novels) but more importantly, from the already existing canon of the show (Most notably in the cases of characters such as George, Elizabeth, Demelza, and Caroline). Also, both butcher the passage of time beyond recognition. As a result, we have been now been presented with versions of events/characters that I consider to be poorly conceived of and in some cases entirely inaccurate, and so don’t abide by.

Let me just start off by saying that I am in no way attempting to dictate other people’s portrayals——like me, you’re free to run with whatever version of the canon you want, for whatever your reasons. As I’ve said before, the canon I abide by is taken essentially from the books, with modifications made to allow for the canon of S1 of the new series (And S2 up to E04), which is my first and foremost source.

This doesn’t mean that I’m unwilling to interact with people who don’t abide by all the same canon as me——as I’ve said, I’m not here to dictate other people’s portrayals, and so long as blatant contradictions don’t arise in our interactions, we’re probably going to be okay. However, if contradictions are raised, and it becomes clear that our versions of events/characters are very different, I may be forced to drop the exchange. Obviously, it just doesn’t work to have my character saying one thing happened and yours saying another when that thing is meant to be an indisputable fact.

So, what I would request first and foremost is that you don’t assume when RPing with me that anything happened like it happened in S3 of the new series, or in S2 from E04 onward. I understand this may be confusing for some people (Particularly those who haven’t read the books), and that you may be wondering what remains and what doesn’t, and in the cases of the things that don’t, what occurs instead. I will try to outline some of the differences I think are most likely to arise below.

Of course, there’s a lot I could go into——the vast majority of George’s behavior in S3 is illogical, and that’s not even touching on other characters/events. That said, I will try to keep this short and highlight the points which I feel are most likely to come up during interaction, and which could be potentially detrimental to that exchange (And not go into all of the whys, since that would get unnecessarily lengthy). Also, I won’t delve too deeply into anything involving only myself and my exclusive partners, as we’re already on the same page, and that information isn’t going to be of a lot of use to other people.

First off, let’s talk about the passage of time in the new series. This is very complicated and messy (Take my word for it), but I will try to put it as simply as possible: not as much time passes in the new series as passes in the books. Of course, this shouldn’t matter much, provided the story is adapted to suit. But it isn’t. Instead, there comes a time in S2 where to the new series fails to acknowledge the fact that less time has gone by (And does nothing to compensate for the time lost). In other words, with the passage of time the show has presented, it is not possible for the year to be 1794 at the start of S3, but the series writers choose to behave as if the year is 1794 just the same. The year should in fact be 1791, and this is what myself and my exclusive partners run with. This means that George and Elizabeth’s marriage takes place in 1790, and Valentine and Clowance’s births in 1791. Agatha’s death would take place in 1792. Morwenna’s arrival at Trenwith/Drake and Sam’s arrival at Nampara, however, must still take place in the year of 1794 (Again, I won’t go into all of the reasons why. Just take my word for it). This also means that Dwight (Who would have joined the Navy in 1790 instead of 1793) is at sea for longer before he is taken prisoner.

Now that’s out of the way, let’s move on to those points I was going to highlight. Again, these are taken directly from the novels, with some small modifications made to allow for the canon of S1 (And S2 up to E04), which remains my first and foremost canon source.

- Both Jud and Prudie have been dismissed from service at Nampara by the time of Valentine’s birth (They still live nearby in the village of Sawle), having been replaced by John and Jane Gimlett.

- Dwight does not attend Elizabeth during Valentine’s birth. Rather, she is attended first by Dr. Choake, and then by Dr. Behenna.

- Dwight does not treat Valentine when he develops rickets. This also falls to Dr. Behenna.

- George does not question Dwight about Valentine’s prematurity. These questions are posed to Dr. Behenna.

- George and Geoffrey Charles get along well prior to George discovering that he and Morwenna have been associating with Drake.

- Geoffrey Charles does not take interest in visiting Ross, or in mining.

- Morwenna’s appointment as Geoffrey Charles’s governess is a mutual decision reached by George and Elizabeth, both of whom are in favor of the idea. George does not spring her appointment on Elizabeth, and Geoffrey Charles is informed he is to have a governess beforehand.

- George never deliberately attempts to use Morwenna to put distance between Elizabeth and Geoffrey Charles, but rather hopes that her presence will better prepare Geoffrey Charles for the more disciplined environment he will be faced with when he begins attending school.

- Elizabeth, while saddened by the growing distance between herself and Geoffrey Charles, is never resentful towards Morwenna, and is only ever kind to her.

- Morwenna, while greatly taken with Drake and influenced by her feelings for him, always maintains a strong regard for what is expected of her and their respective social standings. She would never lightly disgrace her family, or abandon them financially by marrying a penniless man without their consent. She feels not only a considerable obligation to conform to what is socially acceptable, but also a genuine desire to please and care for her family.

- Morwenna and Drake at no point agree to marry (Prior to their marriage near the end of The Angry Tide, that is).

- Geoffrey Charles, while very pleased that Drake and Morwenna are friends, takes a greater interest in his own friendship with Drake. He is not aware of Drake and Morwenna’s romantic interest in one another, and does not attempt to encourage it.

- Demelza, while disappointed that Ross does not accept the magistracy he was offered, is not critical of his decision. She does feel as though he could have effected positive change had he taken the position, but she is far more deeply troubled by the fact that she feels he has declined an honor that was his by right, and she feels badly that he will not receive the recognition she believes he deserves. However, she fully supports his decision, and firmly believes he should only do what he feels to be right. This incident does not create any contention between them.

- While George is eager to make a good match for Morwenna for his own personal benefit, he also looks to please Elizabeth by securing an advantageous marriage for cousin, as well as to prevent Morwenna further influencing Geoffrey Charles (By sending her away), as he believes her influence to be a poor one. He also has a genuine concern for Morwenna’s future.

- Demelza and Morwenna do not meet prior to Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne.

- Ross did not torment George with toads while they were at school, and has nothing whatsoever to do with George’s dislike of them.

- On the sixth of June, after Drake has stopped bringing toads to Trenwith land but before his arrest for the theft of Geoffrey Charles’s bible, George and Elizabeth are informed by Clarence Odgers that Drake and Morwenna have been meeting. George, at this point, forbids Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles from seeing Drake. They meet once more at Trenwith in spite of this, and Geoffrey Charles gives Drake his bible.

- Drake’s bringing of the toads to Trenwith land and his supposed theft of Geoffrey Charles’s bible both take place prior to Dwight and Hugh’s rescue by Ross (The mission to France occurs immediately after Drake’s release).

- Morwenna marries Osborne while Drake is gone to France. Drake learns of Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne shortly after his return from France. Drake and Morwenna have no further contact after he returns.

- George does not make Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne a stipulation of Drake’s release; in fact, she has already heard of Drake’s release by the time she consents to marrying Osborne. In other words, although there is considerable pressure put upon her to do so, Morwenna is not forced to marry Osborne. Rather, she marries him because it is what is expected of her and what will most benefit her family, and also because (In spite of her love for him) she has always been aware that marrying Drake was never a rational option. Also because (Having heard of Drake’s arrest and feeling their relationship played a part) she does not wish to endanger him in future.

- Following Dwight and Hugh’s rescue, Ross and crew put in at Falmouth (Where the Blameys live), not at Hendrawna Beach.

- Following his imprisonment in France, Dwight’s physical health is compromised and he is left permanently weakened, which impacts his relationship with Caroline and his ability to practice his profession.

- Morwenna does not speak to anyone about the abuse she suffers at Osborne’s hands.

- Hugh does not sketch. Poetry is his only artistic endeavor.

- When Ross informs Demelza of his decision to decline a seat in Parliament, she is both pleased and relieved. As with the magistracy, she feels as though he might have effected positive change, and she would have been glad to see him do so—however, she feels he would have been very unhappy as a Member of Parliament, as there would have been a far greater likelihood of him being forced to deviate from his own beliefs and morals. Thus, she both supports and commends his decision to decline the offer.

- Demelza’s feelings for Hugh do not originate from spite or revenge. She does not wish to use him, and she does not indulge his advances out of resentment towards Ross. Rather, she comes to genuinely care for Hugh over a long period of time, and is particularly vulnerable to his attentiveness, as even when matters are well between her and Ross, he can be negligent of her more sensitive feelings. Hugh offers a kind of concern and thoughtfulness she has never been given before. When she learns of Ross and Elizabeth’s meeting in the graveyard, it does further distance her from Ross, which does make her more susceptible to her feelings for Hugh, but her own unfaithfulness is not an act of revenge. She never intends to be unfaithful, and she never intentionally encourages Hugh, though her feelings for him do undermine her efforts at times. When Hugh and Demelza do finally sleep together, it happens first and foremost because of her own deep feelings for him, developed over his many months of pursuit, and also out of sympathy, both for his illness, and for the love he bears her, as she knows she cannot truly give him what he wants.

- Though he has great misgivings about their relationship, and is fully aware that each has feelings for the other, Ross does not know that Demelza has been unfaithful to him until some time after the fact, when Hugh is on his deathbed. When he finds out, he reacts very badly.

Again, this is by no means everything wrong with S3, or everything that I do differently——but it does touch on a lot of the points I feel are more likely to come up. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and have a good one! ;)


He thought: if we could only stop life for a while, I would stop here. Not when I get home, not leaving Trenwith, but here, here reaching the top of the hill out of Sawle, dusk wiping out the edges of the land and Demelza walking and humming at my side.

anonymous asked:

R thought, said re E: at Julia's birth, christening party, harvest time, Trevarnance(sp) party, Francis death, kiss at Sawle church, kiss when she died, said she was beautiful long into their marriage, longing look at E and George's party when he wasn't invited. D had a little piece of his heart. R never stopped loving E. Do you agree? Michael

Short answer: no.

In fact I believe it’s entirely the other way around. I believe Elizabeth always had a little piece of Ross’s heart - but an increasingly small piece, basically from the moment that he came home from the war and found Elizabeth had made her choice. It waxed and waned over the years following, depending on other events in Ross’s life that made him turn towards or away from her. I absolutely believe, and cannot understand why anyone wouldn’t believe, that Ross loves Demelza with his whole being. He describes her, on numerous occasions, as the solid foundation of his life, the pivot around which all else revolves. He loves her, cares for her, is friends with her, desires her, needs her even in those times when he is a little more distant from her. And those times tend to come when Ross is unhappy with some aspect of his life - unhappy because Carnmore has failed, because Julia has died, unhappy because of the dire state of his finances. When that happens, he turns from the reality of Demelza towards the fantasy of Elizabeth, the fantasy of the woman who was ‘born to be admired’, the perfect love of his youth. Does that mean Ross never stops loving Elizabeth? Well, sort of. But that doesn’t mean Demelza has a little piece of his heart. Not at all.

I think Ross is always a little in love with that idealised image of Elizabeth - though only a little (the kiss in the graveyard was about saying goodbye, after everything, rather than a passionate kiss of desire). He’s a little in love right up until her death, which was such an awful death that there was no idealisation possible of it, no perfection in it, just stinking, stomach-turning, grotesque death. And then once she’s gone, once that fantasy is well and truly over forever, I think that yes, there is a small part of his heart where Elizabeth lives on, but I think it’s only a tiny part. And what there is of it tends to express itself towards Valentine and Geoffrey Charles.

I think the difference between the two loves, Elizabeth and Demelza, can be essentially be boiled down to this:

Elizabeth is a very easy woman to fall in love with. She is elegant, poised, charming, intelligent, accomplished, secure in herself and her position. She is a woman who always has admirers, a woman who sees her own value as intrinsically tied with being an object of admiration. She is willing to manipulate people around her to gain or retain that admiration. She is quite happy juggling the two men, Ross and George, after Francis’s death in order that she should retain their favour - even, at times, playing them off against each other.

Demelza is not such an easy woman to ‘fall in love’ with. Being in love with Demelza is not like being in love with Elizabeth. Demelza learns elegance, of a sort, and poise, and she’s certainly charming and witty, but she was raised in an entirely different way and even in her later life, her old insecurities about her origins and her abilities still remain. She is not a gentlewoman like Elizabeth. She does not view admiration as her birthright.

However being in love with someone, and loving them, is not the same thing. Not at all. It’s the difference between a romance and a relationship. And we see quite clearly in the novels and in the show that Elizabeth is not an easy woman to love. She is not a good woman to be in a relationship with. She is far too used to being an object of admiration to be able to knuckle down to the very real hard work that’s involved in being in a relationship - the work of compromise and communication, the work of rubbing along together through thick and thin. It works better for her with George, because she and George are, in fundamentals, very alike, but Elizabeth’s marriage to Francis was fairly disastrous, and a relationship with Ross (as Ross comes to understand, after that night in ‘Warleggan’) would be similarly as disastrous.

Demelza, on the other hand, is very easy to love. She gains the true love (in the sense of friendship-love and family-love) of many, many men around her - as Ross observes once (in ‘Jeremy’, I believe), not just men like John Treneglos or Hugh Bodrugan, idiotic gentlemen who like to flirt with ladies, but pillars of the community like the much more sensible John Trevaunance, Hugh Penvenen. Men like Andrew Blamey and Francis Poldark genuinely love her, as a friend and as part of their family.

So for me, that’s the difference between how Ross feels about them both. He is often/always a little in love with Elizabeth, which is much more about being in love with an idea than with a reality. He is often/always in love with Demelza, as the romantic partner of his life. But when it comes down to true, deep, lasting love, his love for Demelza is the one that lasts and is truest.

Kiss Me: chapter ten

Hi everyone! Sorry, I’ve been a little less prolific this weekend than I had hoped. Other commitments and my own writing demanded their deserved attention from me, but here we are. ‘A Little Love’ will follow shortly, probably tomorrow or Tuesday.

Dwight was getting used to Killewarren, and their Saturday night dinner out was friendly. He began to feel at home with Caroline’s uncle, her home, and the way she worked. 

On Sunday morning, they woke to a silent house. “He’ll have gone to church,” said Caroline, as they went downstairs to breakfast and found themselves alone. “He doesn’t really believe, but so many country churches are flailing. They need the support of prominent figures.”

Dwight nodded, and passed her the jam. “I did a school carol service in Sawle church once.”

“You can sing?”

“No!” he laughed. “No, we all had to do it.”

“Shame.” Caroline smiled at him across the table, with sarcastic eyes. “I’d have liked that.”

“Would you now?” He side-eyed her over his coffee.

“Oh yes, very much. Now, what shall we do with our Sunday? I have always hated them, ever since I was a little girl, because they were always consumed with getting ready for Monday.”

“Did you know that the time everybody starts getting that Sunday-feeling is 4:31 pm.”

“Really?” she sounded unconvinced.

“Yes, and I am a scientist, of sorts, so I should know.”


“Yes,” he insisted, laughing. “Who did Biology, Chemistry, maths for A-level? Me. Ok?”

“Alright! But I did maths too. What did you get?” she asked, interestedly, and, in case he should feel embarrassed, said, “I got an As in maths and history, and an A* in economics.”

“3 A*s.” said Dwight quietly.

“What?” she nearly spluttered on her tea. “How is that even possible?”

“By having absolutely no social life for the entire two years. I was going to do it.”

“And you did.” 

“And I did.” he shrugged. “Anyway, what shall we do?”

“We could go and see if anyone is at home at Trenwith. That’s Ross’s uncle’s house.”

“This place and uncles. Everybody has got a rich uncle.”

“Pretty much. Anyway, his cousins Francis and Verity might be there. I think Verity’s at uni, but god knows what Francis is doing. And then there’s his girlfriend Elizabeth.”

“You say that as if there is something about her I should know.”

“There is.” she paused, and took some more toast. “It’s quite awkward actually. Ross had a crush on her since he was about 14, and they were together sort of unofficially for a couple of years. Then after his first term at uni, he came home to find she’d decided she preferred Francis.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember him saying something about hating his cousin for al eternity.”

“Yep. But then he met Demi, and they’re perfect together.”


Caroline considered for a minute. “I think we should go and see if anyone is home. It’s the sort of thing us rich people do- call on each other randomly and for no rational reason.”

“Then let’s do that, thought I warn you, I’m far too introverted to be any good with social situations with people I’ve never met before.”

“Well that’s why you’ve an extravert for a girlfriend.” She left her napkin on her chair, went over to where he sat, and kissed him. 

Later, they went over to Trenwith as discussed. Dwight had not been there before; Caroline said that the family there preferred to live on nothing in a house they could not possibly maintain than open it up to the public. There was something about there being a powerful matriarch of the family, the great-aunt or some such other person who remembered the last hey-days of country house living and liked to keep it that way. “She’s almost a hundred.” Caroline said. “So she’d have been like one of the little children in Downton. Imagine!” Dwight laughed, and tried to imagine this muddy gravelled track being the set for a sweeping, idealistic period drama. There was something about it that fitted, but in an odd, dark, way.

“Caroline!” the door was opened by a tall young woman with curled chestnut hair hanging down her back. Unlike Caroline and Dwight, she was dressed fairly grandly, which didn’t seemed to fir with what Caroline had told him about there being no money. “How are you?”

“Oh, alright, thank you, Elizabeth. This is Dwight Enys. He grew up near Truro.”

“Pleased to meet you. Come in, we were just going to have some tea and cake.”

Dwight tried very hard not to find this funny- there was such an unprecedented consumption of cake among these rich people that was completely unfathomable. 

Inside, the old drawing room was richly clad, but everything seemed a little threadbare and shabby. A very old woman, with a determined look in her eye who reminded Dwight of Aunt Ada Doom in Cold Comfort Farm (”I saw something nasty in the woodshed.”), sat in an armchair by an open fire, and a man of about Dwight’s age, with fairer hair than Ross, but a hard-lined, chiselled face clearly related to him, sat at a card-table, looking a little disconsolate.

“Caroline Penvenen!” he stood up and went to kiss her cheek. “God, it’s been years.”

“It certainly has. How are you, Francis?”

“Oh, well, well…always well. You know how it is- life is perpetually boring.”

“I’m always telling him to do something,” said Elizabeth, handing around the cakes. “But he likes managing his father’s estate.”

“I do, and it pleases me.” Francis swirled his tea, clearly wishing it was whisky. “What is it you’re studying again Caroline, I forget?”

“Economics.” Said Caroline.

“And your handsome friend?” Elizabeth looked Dwight up and down. 

“Oh, um, medicine.” said Dwight. “I’m going to be a doctor.”  Yes. What else are you going to be with a medicine degree you twat. Said Ross in his head. 

“Oh, very nice,” Francis ate two cakes at once. “We need one around here. I hope you’ll come back here when you’re qualified.” 

“I should hope so, having served out junior years in city hospitals where I might come across a greater variety of cases to widen my experience.”

“Ah!” Francis sighed. “Experience, you are after. Yes, well, we’re all ill here.”

“Francis you are being depressive again,” said Elizabeth wearily, and then turned to the others, “Francis likes to think that the sky is falling in. But,” she got up, “you mustn’t mind him. He’ll get over it all.”

“Oh yes, that I shall.” he waved his hand towards Elizabeth, “don’t mind me.”

“Francis has the soul of melancholy,” said the old woman suddenly. “And it is a bad day for the Poldarks.”

“Yes Aunt,” replied Francis. “As always.”

Dwight and Caroline burst into fits of laughter as they came out of the door. Caroline held her hand over her mouth to try and hold in her impetuous giggle, and Dwight dragged her behind a tree out in the parkland to calm down. “They are quite possibly the most boring company ever.” said Caroline, kissing him. 

“Yes. Definitely.” he kissed her back. “Now let’s go home and be more interesting than them.”

“I just can’t imagine how Ross managed to get on with them.”

“No. But Elizabeth is more lively usually.”

“Yes. And she’s quite pretty. I can see what he might have liked about her.”

Caroline gasped and slapped him playfully. “You will take that back!”

“I don’t like her, Caroline, I’m teasing.” 

“Nonetheless, you will pay. By answering to me.”

“Oh yes, and what did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see…”

The Four Swans, Book One, Chapter 7

Another man who was praying for guidance at this time was the Reverend Osborne Whitworth. He had two problems exercising his mind, one moral and one temporal. It was eight weeks now since Dr Behenna had told Osborne that he must forgo intercourse with Morwenna until after the baby was born. … Ossie had reluctantly acceded. He saw the point, of course, and he did not want to injure the child in case it happened to be a son; but this imposed a restraint on him that irked more with every week that passed. … His second problem was a matter of advancement, and could be discussed more appropriately with others. Eventually he took it to George. … Two weeks ago the vicar of the parish of St Sawle-with-Grambler, had died and so the living had become vacant. This living Osborne desired for himself. … So, when Osborne had finished, George said nothing for a time and stared through the lattice window. Eventually he said: ‘I doubt that my influence is as great as you suppose.’ ‘Not great,’ said Osborne practically. ‘But as the owner of the old Poldark estate at Trenwith you are the biggest landowner in the parish, and this will count with the Dean, I’m sure.’ George looked at the young man. Osborne never phrased his sentences well. ‘Not great.’ ‘The old Poldark estate.’ … And if things went as they now appeared to be going, a fashionable friend in London, one specially with an entrée at court, such as Conan Godolphin had, could be of considerable value to a new Member of Parliament. George said: ‘Osborne, it is possible that I may be going to London later this year. When you next write to your uncle you might inform him that I shall expect to give myself the pleasure of waiting on him then.’ Ossie blinked, shaken out of his preoccupation by the steeliness of George Warleggan’s tone. ‘Of course, George. I’ll do that. Shall you be going for a prolonged stay?’ ‘It depends. Nothing is decided.’

So if he’d told me he had once been married, and had a son, would that have been so bad? Would I not have taken it, just as I know he once stabbed a man to death at Plymouth Dock? Just as I know that he lied to get himself out of that situation when Andrew Blamey recognized him? Just as I know he had girls in Sawle, or Grambler before we married? Just as I suspect he had an affair with poor Violet Kellow? Being married, as a very young man, hardly more than a boy, was that worse, or even as bad?
—  The Twisted Sword.

anonymous asked:

Looking back at past seasons, it seems Dwight the person Demelza feels most comfortable joking about her class with (I'm thinking particularly of when he's nervous about Caroline and says 'She is an heiress, and I am...' Demelza: 'as lowley as a kitchen maid?' It seems that phrase in particular is usually used against her, and that's the only time she's said it in jest. Even with Ross if she brings it up it's usually in anger. What do you think?

That’s really interesting , anon, and not something I’ve particularly thought about. But you’re right; she’s quite matter-of-fact with Dwight about her origins, in a way she isn’t with anyone else. She can be defensive about it, or angry when it’s used against her as a perjorative, and certainly is filled with doubts about what she is now (’betwixt and between, neither one thing nor the other’). But I can’t think of any other occasion when she says it so…matter-of-factly, as something that can be dealt with lightly and even joked about. As you say, whenever the subject comes up with Ross, Demelza responds with anger or hurt (often because she supposes him to be using it as a reason for some failure or the lack of something on her part, especially in s2). But with Dwight? Not so much.

Part of this, I imagine, is because of Dwight’s chosen profession, but in a way that’s very unique to Dwight. She wouldn’t be comfortable with Dr Choake talking about her origins, because Choake is a prejudiced snob who prefers to treat wealthy patients who can pay him. But Dwight is mine surgeon, and Dwight treats the people of Sawle without any expectation of payment - he will treat the lowliest beggar and the richest heiress in the district just the same, regardless of whether he’s paid for his time and knowledge. He’s often paid in kind by the poorer people of Sawle, with eggs, or vegetables, or firewood - whatever people can afford to give him. But he never asks for it, and never ever grudges anyone who can’t afford anything. He rarely passes judgement on anyone.

So he straddles all classes, with ease and comfort. He’s welcomed everywhere and welcomes everyone. For someone like Demelza, who has moved from one class to another and yet is still uncertain about her position, and nervous of the gentrified society she has to meet as Ross’s wife, Dwight must be a breath of fresh air. He doesn’t care where she comes from, he doesn’t care that she’s a miner’s daughter and that she’s more comfortable working in her house than going to house parties. He accepts her for who she is. He has a knack of putting people at ease, when he’s working, and he clearly values Demelza in many ways. I can imagine that, in his own way, Dwight is a source of support for Demelza in that sense. She’s used to being judged as Ross’s former kitchen maid, or judged as a woman, and Dwight does neither. He takes her on her own merits and never implies she’s lacking in any way.

So maybe that makes her more comfortable with making teasing remarks about how social disparity doesn’t make an unsuccessful marriage. She wouldn’t do so with anyone else, I think.

I do love the two of them, their friendship. It’s quite special, really.

anonymous asked:

Hiii sorry to ask but, have you read all the books? If so, I just want to know if Ross really does love Demelza romantically or was that only in the series bc I've encountered some comments from people who told me Ross was never that into her and he still had feelings for Elizabeth. Thanks. :)

Yes I have! It has been a few years since I read them all completely, there are 12 altogether.

The short answer to your question is, yes, Ross loves Demelza romantically more than he ever did Elizabeth. The slightly longer answer is that it’s complicated lmao. 


Elizabeth was Ross’s first love. She was a love he never got the chance to consummate (until much later) and that’s why his feelings for her lingered so long. Ross fell in love with Demelza less than a year into their marriage, but feelings for Elizabeth would persevere sometimes. Ross was never very open with his feelings so that may be why some believe he never stopped loving Elizabeth but in my mind it’s clear. The love he felt for both women was of a very different kind. For Elizabeth it was an idealised sort of love, she embodied perfection and grace, she was the greatest prize in the county. For Demelza it was a slow-growing sort of love, the strength of which surprised him. So you see his love for Elizabeth was something he mindfully maintained, but for Demelza it was natural. As I explain in a previous post, when Ross and Elizabeth finally have sex, or rather when he takes her by force, the passion is killed on both sides. There is no mystery left in Elizabeth, and this mysterious beauty is all that he admired in her. Possessing her finally brings him to realise she was a figment of what he imagined. She was a childhood sweetheart, and his desire for her was exaggerated only by being kept apart and rejected. This is a quote from the third book, ‘And Elizabeth. The last thought wakened in him a desire, almost a need to see Elizabeth again. He’d never got over his attachment, it was something fundamental, a weakness if you liked, overlooked but still there.’ This is during a dark period for Ross, and it is true. He’d never gotten over his attachment. But this does not diminish the love he feels for Demelza, he is confused for a while, yes. He strays in thought only because there is an unresolved passion.

This quote from the second book helps sum up what Demelza feels about Ross and Elizabeth - it’s from her POV:- ‘Why should she patch it up, when Elizabeth was her rival. Elizabeth had not appeared so much in that light this last year; but she was always a danger. Once Ross saw that fair fragile loveliness … She was the unknown, the unattainable, the mysterious. His wife he knew would be here always, like a faithful sheep dog, no mystery, no remoteness, they slept in the same bed every night. They gained in intimacy, lost in excitement. Or that was how she felt it must be with him.’ Now remember this is what Demelza thinks! It is by no means true. But I will warn you guys if you decide to read the books, or even for the second season. In the first two books Ross and Demelza are unfailingly happy together. But after Julia dies, there is some distance between them, and the third and fourth book have Ross stuck between the exciting prospect of Elizabeth or the familiar intimacy of his wife, and this eventually concludes in his rape of Elizabeth. But I firmly believe that the renewal of his passion for Elizabeth is spurred only by the distance in his marriage. He is beyond despair and doesn’t know how to fix things between he and Demelza so his affections go wandering and fix firmly on Elizabeth once more. But you see, again it is a distant sort of passion, a longing. When they finally have a night together he does not go see her for 6 months, and spends the time ruminating on his marriage, coming to the conclusion that while only this could have made him realise the strength of his love for Demelza and his rather empty passion for Elizabeth, he is still beyond sorry he has hurt both parties involved and especially his wife.

Quotes from the first four books that prove Ross loves Demelza:-

  • And now she was growing into his life in a different way. There was no going back for him, even if he had wished it, which he found he did not.
  • He found, quite to his surprise, that he was happy. Not merely happy in Demelza’s happiness but in himself. He couldn’t think why. The condition just existed within him.
  • I am happy, he thought again. Something is happening to me, to us, transmuting our shabby little love affair. Keep this mood, hold onto it. No slipping back.
  • She lit the candles and closed the windows to keep the moths out, took off the heavy coat and shook out her hair. Oh yes, she was lovely tonight. He put his arms about her, his face still boyish in its laughter, and she laughed back at him, her mouth and teeth gleaming moist in the candlelight. At this his smile faded and he kissed her. ‘Ross’ she said. ‘Dear Ross’. ‘I love you,’ he said, ‘and am your servant. Demelza, look at me. If I’ve done wrong in the past, give me leave to make amends.’ So he found that what he had half despised was not despicable, that what had been for him the satisfaction of an appetite, a pleasant but commonplace adventure in disappointment, owned wayward and elusive depths he had not known before and carried the knowledge of beauty in its heart.
  • But you’ve-you seem to have made him fall in love with you, and that … has changed his whole life-’. … ‘ he has lost the biggest thing in his life-and found it again in another person.’
  • As he reached his own land Ross’s annoyance began to leave him at the prospect of seeing Demelza again … He met his wife two hundred yards from the cottages. As always it was a peculiar pleasure to see her face light up.
  • He thought: if we could only stop life for a while I would stop here. Not when I get home, not leaving Trenwith, but here, here reaching the top of the hill out of Sawle, dusk wiping out the edges of the land and Demelza walking and humming at my side.
  • Nothing else matters but you’, he said. ‘Remember that. All my relatives and friends - and Elizabeth, and this house and the mine… I’d throw them in the dust and you know - and you know it. If you don’t know it, then all these months I’ve failed and no words I can give you now will make it otherwise. I love you, Demelza, and we’ve had such happiness.
  • He bent and put his face against her hair. Vibrantly alive, like herself, it curled about his face. It smelled faintly of the sea. He was struck by the mystery of personality, that this hair and the head and person of the young woman below it was his by right of marriage and by the vehemently free choice of the woman herself, that this dark curling hair and head meant more to him than any other because it made up in some mysterious way just that key which unlocked his attention and desire and love.
  • He sighed and put her hand against his cheek. It was not a disconsolate sigh, for her returning life was a tonic to his soul. 
  • Riding beside him was the women whose love and companionship meant more to him than all the rest.
  • And what of this young woman beside him, whom he had loved devotedly for four years and still did love? She had given him more than perhaps Elizabeth ever could: months of unflawed relationship, unquestioning trust.
  • I don’t wonder,’ Francis said, ‘that Ross loves you. For I could do so myself-’ … ‘Now I sound disloyal to Ross-but it’s true. If you look on his feeling for Elizabeth as something unreal, and by exposing to it your own warm blood and your own good sense… How can she stand against those?’ YES I’M MULTI-SHIPPING TRASH FOR FRANCIS/DEMELZA. TRY AND STOP ME. 
  • It was months, almost years, since there had been this sort of thing between them, that odd fusion of desire and affection for which there is no substitute … He said: ‘So you are not to be rid of me, my love … I am not to be rid of you, my love.’
  • (everything after this is after the rape)
  • George flushed. ‘Go back to your scullery maid,’ he said. *Ross beats the fuck out of him* Demelza said: ‘How did you come to blows when ‘twas to have been a business meeting and a signing of papers?’ Ross lifted his good eyebrow. ‘He made an offensive remark.’
  • ‘There have been a lot of unhappy things between us these last months. Not said-but felt. I should be glad to think they are all forgotten.’ ‘Of course, Ross. I feel nothing now.’ He put his face against her hair. ‘It is not nothing that I want you to feel’.
  • Ross said: ‘Already in six and a half years we’ve shared so much.’ ‘And lost so much.’ ‘ We’ve lost Julia. Nothing else irreparably’.
  • ‘That is how deeply sorry I am that I ever hurt you in the first place - in May, I mean. You were so undeserving of any harm. All these months… I know how you will have felt.’
  • ‘But if you suppose or suspect that in buying these things I was hoping to buy myself back into your favour, then you’re right. I admit it. It is true, my very dear Demelza. My fine, my loyal, my very sweet Demelza.’

Quotes that prove he is no longer in love with Elizabeth:-

  • ‘I’d hoped to marry Elizabeth and returned to find her with other plans. That winter it was Verity alone who saved me from… Well I was a fool to take it so to heart; nothing is really worth that; but I couldn’t fight it at the time.’
  • ‘I think there’s is an etiquette even in adultery, and I cannot bring myself to discuss one woman with another, even when the second happens to be my wife.’ ‘You don’t suppose I should want to hear it?’ ‘Yet it might not displease you.’ ‘ I can’t see how it would be likely to please me.’ ‘Then you are less perceptive that I suppose.’
  • THE MOST IMPORTANT QUOTE OF ALL. Ross said: ‘I want to tell you that Elizabeth means nothing to me anymore.’ ‘Don’t say that, Ross. I shouldn’t want for you to say more than you feel-’. ‘But I do feel it-’ ‘Yes, at present. But then again sometime, perhaps next month, perhaps next year’. … ‘Yes. I wish I could explain about Elizabeth. But in a way I think you must understand. I loved Elizabeth before ever I met you. It’s been a-a constant attachment throughout my life. D’you know how it is when a person has wanted something always and never had it? Its true value to him may be anything or nothing; that doesn’t count; what does count is its apparent value, which is always great. What I felt for you has always been assessable, comparable, something human and a part of an ordinary life. The other, my feeling for Elizabeth, was not. So what I did - what happened in May, if it could only have happened in a vacuum, without hurt to anyone, I should not have regretted it at all. … No. Because from it I came to recognise things which no doubt I should have had common sense and insight enough to have known without the experience but did not. One is that if you bring an idealised relationship down to the level of an ordinary one, it isn’t always the ordinary one that suffers. For a time, after that night, things were upside down - for a time nothing came clear. When it did, when it began to, the one sure feeling that stood out was that my true and real love was not for her but for you.’
  • ‘When I saw her tonight, that confirmed it - it was like seeing a stranger. Queer! Like a stranger, even an enemy, sitting there.’
  • ‘I was seeking the equal of what I found in you, and it was not there. For me it was not there’.

cute banter quotes between Ross and Demelza just because:-

  • ‘Deceit, bud. And you looking so innocent and guileless.’ ‘You are stealing Aunt Agatha’s name for me.’ ‘I think I like it!’
  • ‘No, Ross. No Ross! No Ross!’ Her voice rose to a shriek as she tried to prevent him from reaching the box. He got one hand to it, but she put her arms around his neck and hugged him to stop any further move. He lifted her up by the elbows and kissed her, then he smacked her twice on the seat and put her down. 
  • His young wife hiccuped as they reached their bedroom. She leaned against Ross, who leaned back against the door he had just closed and patted her cheek. ‘You’re tipsy, child.’ ‘Indeed I’m not!’.
  • ‘Flattered but unconvinced,’ he commented. ‘Something has excited you. Kiss me.’ She kissed him. ‘Now I know it is rum’, he added. ‘Oh! Judas!’ She wiped her mouth distastefully. ‘What insult next! If that is all you kiss me for, to pry and spy into my liquors…’ ‘It’s a sure way’. ‘Then next time you suspect him I hope you’ll try it on Jud.’
  • Ross slid into the room. She was playing the music from one of Arne’s operas. He listened for some minutes, glad of the scene, glad of the music and the bordering quiet. This was what he came home for. He stepped silently across the room and kissed the back of her neck. She squeaked and the spinet stopped on a discord. ‘A slip o’ the finger and phit, yer dead’, said Ross in Jud’s voice. 
  • You have seen Verity, then? Did she tell you of out - our…’ He looked into her eager, expectant face. ‘Of our what?’ ‘Our invitation.’ ‘No. what is that?’ ‘Ha!’ Pleased she wriggled free from him and danced away to the window ‘That’s telling. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Or maybe next day. Will that do?’ His keen eyes went round the room and instantly noticed the slip of paper folded under the spice jar on the table. ‘Is this it?’ ‘No, Ross! You mustn’t look! Leave it be!’ She ran across and they both reached it together, struggled, laughed, her fingers somehow got inside his. The parchment tore down the middle, and they separated, each holding a piece.
  • ‘I shall wear my apple green and mauve,’ she said presently; ‘the one I wore at Trenwith the Christmas before last. I don’t think I am any fatter now.’ Ross said: ‘I shall wear a secondhand wig with curls on the forehead, and scarlet stockings and a coat of green silk embroidered with field mice.’ She giggled again. ‘Do you think we should be allowed in as Mrs and Miss Poldark?’ ‘Or two ends of a donkey,’ he suggested. We would throw lots who was to be the tail.’
  • and there are literally so many cute moments but i can’t be bothered to find any moreeee THESE DUMBS

there is pretty undeniable proof here that Ross loves Demelza, even though he does stray at one very unforgiveable time. I have covered books 1-4 here. The 3rd book is where Ross and Demelza’s relationship begins to fail, and the 4th is the one in which he rapes Elizabeth. Ross and Demelza are finally reconciled at the end of it. After the fourth book, Ross is now forever more certain of his love for Demelza. He doesn’t stray again, not even in feeling. Demelza has somewhat of a short affair later in the books with a young soldier poet (a man Ross actually saves the life of in France haha. he’s all like damnit afterwards). He falls in love with her at first sight, and sends her poems and protestations of his love. She does eventually fall for him too in some way and they consummate their love once on a beach before he dies. Demelza is heart-broken but her love for Ross brings her through - and there’s no denying that had it come down to a choice between these two men, she would have chosen Ross. Hugh Armitage was the young romance with someone of her own age that she never had chance to experience.

There you go nonny! Ross loves Demelza over everyone else, here’s your proof!

ladyjaneyrain  asked:

What about Ross's tortured look in 3:2 when he can hear the bells for V's christening? I think guilt but mainly he's conflicted between a sense of responsibility to a child he may have fathered v not rocking the boat in his marriage. I like this internal struggle being shown, it's glossed over in the books but it's a great storyline for Ross. & we get to see Aidan's amazing acting! Its also zero to do with Elizabeth btw, that ship has very much sailed for Ross. This is all about the child.

I didn’t get that feeling from it, as a main motivator of his conflicted look. Of course part of it is about the child, but I truly feel he’s made the decision that he isn’t going to even think about whether Valentine is his. If nothing else, he knows that George is proud of ‘the Warleggan heir’ and so will treat him well, and Ross assumes also that Elizabeth will love the child as much as she loves Geoffrey Charles. Don’t forget, at this point it’s an entirely unspoken possibility, that Valentine might be Ross’s son. Nobody (except Agatha!) has said it aloud. And until the thing is said aloud, it’s easier for Ross to just put it out of his head. Remember what Demelza said last episode - what Ross doesn’t want to think about, it’s like it doesn’t exist.

I felt his expression was more about being shut out of a 'family’ event. Sawle church is not a Warleggan church; it’s a village church, the church in which Ross was married and Francis buried and his two children christened. Valentine is a Warleggan, but Elizabeth was his friend and cousin-in-law, and as Demelza says, Verity and Caroline will both be at the christening, both women Ross cares for (in different ways). And Geoffrey Charles, too - though Ross has made the choice to break with Trenwith, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think of his cousin’s son or that he no longer cares about him.

Poor Ross. But he has wholeheartedly flung himself back into life with Demelza, and they’re happy and joyful together again, and - wonder of wonders! - he’s listening to her!

anonymous asked:

I was reading your poldark asks and you kind of hit the nail on the head when you said Demelza was stuck in a "pained, angry state" for a lot of s3. Do you think that pain ever goes away completely, especially now that Valentine is present and will later have a close relationship with Ross? Or do you think that now that there's a living reminder of Ross/Elizabeth's affair, that jealousy/anger/whatever negative emotions will always be haunting her in the back of her mind, even if she is happy?

Um. It’s kind of hard to give an answer for this, anon, because obviously all I’ve got to go on, in terms of how she moves on, is the books - and in the books, the issue of Valentine possibly being Ross’s son doesn’t arise at all for either Ross or Demelza until Ross meets Elizabeth in Sawle church, in The Four Swans. If Demelza has suspicions up to this point, or within the next book, they’re not voiced in word or thought.

After the ten year time jump, into The Stranger From the Sea, both Ross and Demelza are aware of the possibility and it’s something that is…..very, very rarely spoken of between them. But Demelza knows about it then. For example, she’s wary of Clowance in particular getting too close to Valentine, because the relationship between them might be rather closer than sort-of-cousins-in-law!

The issue of Valentine becomes more important later on, particularly after Jeremy’s death and in the last book, Bella Poldark, it’s one of the pivotal issues. Demelza certainly has….concerns about the relationship between Ross and Valentine, but her feelings towards Valentine are often more because of his character and actions than because of what he represents. He’s certainly a living reminder of what happened between Ross and Elizabeth, but Demelza harbours no jealousy whatsoever about it all any longer, because it’s all so far in the past, and she knows her place in Ross’s heart. She’s secure with him in a way she isn’t, in the earlier books. 

So basically, it doesn’t hang over her in the books the way it clearly has in s3, and therefore I can’t really answer this because obviously I have no idea how s4 is going to play out!


Hey guys –– Look –– I made some digital portraits of Romelza, because, their love has such symbolism, and because, why not?

“Someone–a Latin poet–had defined eternity as no more than this: to hold and possess the whole fullness of life in one moment, here and now, past and present and to come. He thought: if we could only stop here. Not when we get home, not leaving Trenwith, but here, here reaching the top of the hill out of Sawle, dusk wiping out the edges of the land and Demelza walking and humming at my side.” ––Ross Poldark, Poldark Book I by Winston Graham.