At least I fornicate with my own class

So I watched Catherine Cookson's The Moth this evening, mainly because Jack Davenport is in it. Okay, only because Jack Davenport was in it. The movie was good, better than its American equivalents, those Danielle Steel made-for-tv movies. The story is basically about a poor, but self-educated man who works for and eventually falls in love with a beautiful upper-class, but impoverished lady who takes care of her child-like sister. Poor Jack... He's accused of impregnating and abandoning his cousin, but no one really seems to mind until the girl and her child die. His name is finally cleared, but then is ostracized by some for not volunteering to sign up for the army during WWI. Then he gets flack for falling in love with someone above his station. Then he both his arms are severly burned in a fire. At least he gets the girl in the end.