And he didn't disappoint us, Bee - plus he added some wild running - (wearing a tortured expression) on the beach, and heroic galloping along the clifftop on his stalwart steed whose name - Darkie - is never acknowledged by the BBC lest it upset the snowflakes!
Well, that was an episode and a half - birth, marriage, death, love-at-first-sight, and lashings of the machinations of evil Tiny George! I feel like inserting a 'Boooooo' every time I type his name!
Beginning with birth - it opened with the ninny Elizabeth riding a horse she had no control over and had probably goaded into bolting in the hopes of being thrown so that she could - erm - be precipitated into 'premature' labour! Some hope!
While I was still entertaining hopes that the sweet horse would stop dead and hurl her over the cliff and into the sea, Ross the hero turned up to save her! Garrggghh! Gorgeous you may be, but you simply can't mind your own business, mate!
Walking briskly up and down the drawing room at Nampara didn't seem to work either, although her baby bump was, at that point, so low I was astonished that the infant, obeying the laws of gravity, wasn't deposited on the carpet!
Finally, labour having begun, she resisted the urge to push until morning and then threw a vase downstairs, followed by a despairing scream. Don't try that too often, dear - the last time I fell downstairs, the hubba was unsympathetic to the point of yelling, "Christ! Not again!"
Always one for spoiling the joy of others and ensuring she's the centre of attention, Elizabeth required a doctor and the only one available was the divine Dwight, spotted leaving his secret wedding by Geoffrey Charles - more of him later!
Poor Caroline Enys - she must have hardly had time to get as far as removing the second petticoat before the urgent note from Trenwith arrived - hmmm - if I was Demelza I'd have chucked it on the fire!
Dwight, noble as well as delicious, sped off, under a black moon, to deliver the baby and save Elizabeth - was I the only one disappointed when the kid was born and didn't have a mop of black curly hair?
Well, he's cursed anyway - Aunt Agatha got in first, pointing out that he was born under a black moon, and not content with that Tiny George countered by saddling him with the dodgy name 'Valentine'! Poor little soul - wasn't it enough to be related to Tiny George and the Wicked Uncle - or is he?
In the meantime, both Ray Penvennen and Demelza's ghastly father were dying, poor Ray from diabetes, the Carne bloke from preaching sanctimonious malice.
He should care - his name will live on in the person of Demelza's two brothers who seem to have been at the back of the queue when Carne family looks were handed out.
Much has been written about this infusion of eye candy for female viewers - having seen them, my respose is 'really'? In comparison to Dwight and Ross?
Never mind, Morwenna Chynoweth, who looked to be a bit of a dip, but we'll wait and see, instantly fell in love with the younger brother, Drake - much good that will do her!
Geoffrey Charles was the star of the show last night for me, along with Aunt Agatha, but both of them are, unfortunately, at the mercy of Tiny George! I was outraged
when poor old Aunt A was removed by his minions and I fear for GC while he's still so young - especially since Ross has chosen this moment, when his support to them is so vital, to agree to a (armed) truce between the families!
Gosh, Ross - you're such a beautiful ninny sometimes! You could have tried to look a bit more pleased when Demelza told you she was pregnant with possibly the most stupid female in fiction apart from Marianne Dashwood!
I'll have to stop there - I know, I know - it's a long post and I've probably missed out tons of bits, but so much happened!
Overall, it was bliss - can't wait for next week!
NB: Was that a new Horace - the sweet little soul looked a lot younger than last season's puggle - and where was Garrick!