With the lovely Richard Hope, Cornwall’s nicest banker Harris Pascoe.

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With the lovely Richard Hope, Cornwall’s nicest banker Harris Pascoe.
Poldark Series 5 Aidan Turner and Richard Hope
“Old Nat Pearce, poor demented old fool. Reverend Whitworth is praying for him.” - Harris Pascoe
“And I would remind you that I am a gentleman, Sir, as well as a doctor.”
Dwight Enys in every episode: 3x08
Demelza: Ross no.
Dwight: Ross no.
Pascoe: Ross no.
Francis' Ghost: Ross no.
Ross: ROSS YES.
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Aidan Turner (Ross Poldark) i Richard Hope (Harris Pascoe) na planie trzeciego sezonu serialu Poldark
Warleggan, Book Four, Chapter 3
'Oh,’ he said, turning from the window; ‘very soon I shall be able to clear off my debt to the man who saved my skin last Christmas. It’s an agreeable thought. You should give me his name now, so that when I do pay him I shall be able to thank him in a suitable fashion.’ Mr Pascoe stroked his pen along the line of his cheek. ‘The matter is one of confidence, as you know.’ ‘Which you are now entitled to break. D’you realize what he did? – but of course you do—’ ‘Yes, I do—’ ‘Without his timely help I should be in a debtor’s prison with probably little hope of release. The mine would have closed. My wife and son would be paupers. It’s no longer a question of confidence, Harris. It’s one of common gratitude.’ ‘Oh, yes, I agree. B-but it does not absolve me—’ ‘I contend that it does. I owe him virtually everything and would wish to tell him so. What is his name?’ Pascoe wavered. ‘I will write and ask his permission.’ ‘Nonsense. It was not you, then?’ ‘It was not I. I said so at the time.' 'Does he live in Truro?’ ‘No. In fact …’ ‘In fact what?’ ‘Well … In fact it was not a man at all.’ ‘What?’ Ross stared, thunderstruck. ‘What do you mean? That it was a woman? A child?’ ‘A woman.’ ‘Who? Your daughter?’ ‘No. Dear me, I feel that I have already—’ ‘There cannot be many heiresses of my acquaintance. In fact I can think of none! I know no one, not one single woman with fourteen hundred pounds to put down for me. The thing’s impossible! You’re joking, Harris! Tell me you’re joking.’
Pascoe: You might be the worst businessman I've ever seen.
Ross: Hey, I take offence to that! What do you mean "might"?