It seems as if she’s realized this all too late. She steps off the train on her way back to London to get some air, and spies Thornton on the next train over. You can just see the luminescence of inner joy draw over her face like the opening of a drapery. He looks up and sees her too, and the same thing happens to his face. It’s a perfect portrayal of equal feeling. They both look beautiful even though they are clad in black, white and gray colors, they glow with expression.
For reasons I can’t explain without giving a plot summary, he hands her a yellow flower and then this amazing music pours into the scene a mix of plucking harp and strings. It’s so subtle, and yet it binds the entire last moments of the piece with a crucial artistry.
This is where the unbelievably gorgeous part comes in... While her lips are still pressed to his hand, he takes his other hand and gently puts it to her face, titling it upward to meet his own. He leans in slowly to kiss her, shallowly at first, then holds her face with both hands and then it’s fully mutual and incredible, right to the slow opening of both their eyes as the conductor calls for the train’s departure.
Like many things in the art, you have to see it, it’s a visual thing. The entire mini-series is phenomenal though and the tension between the two characters has so much build it practically tears your heart out, especially in the famous “Look back, look back at me…” moment. Anyway, I hope all you hopeless romantics out there will give it a shot and judge for yourself. If you know the value of a kiss, you won’t be disappointed.