4x-xx-xx ep49 Mad Monkton

Out of the past, fantoms of a world gone by, speak again the immortal tale. Mad Mountain. When in wink at vault, a place waits for one of Moncton's race. When that one full on shall lie, graveless, under open sky, That shall be a certain sign of the end of Moncton's line.

From model 10, from light of day, Moncton's race shall pass away. Ada, this is the end, absolutely the end. Nine o'clock are not a word from her. Oh mother, stop fretting, Alfred, well come I know you will.

But when? When? The engagement dinner was at seven if you're a member. But what difference does it make? Ada, Emsley, I do believe you're still in love with Alfred Moncton. Of course I am. After all the terrible humiliation he's put us to, how could you be?

How could any self-respecting woman? And to think you broke off your engagement with William Sealy, the nicest boy in the whole county. Oh, a gossip the servants will mamother please. In two minutes it'll be all over the village. Alfred Mountain didn't arrive, not even a word of apology.

I can hear them now. Oh, humiliation. Mother, please sit down and be quiet. I will not be quiet. I tell you, Ada, I tell you I'm glad. Really glad. I hope you'll never see him again.

Mother, how could you say such a thing? Because it's true. You know as well as I do, there's something very strange going on in Winka-Tabbie. Something nobody understands. You've been listening to Village Garthet again.

I've been using my own good eyes and ears. Do you know why Alfred Mountain keeps himself cooped up in that ancient abbey day after day after day? Never receiving anybody, making a hermit of himself.