You seem to think that you've stumbled into the fanfic section. Here we just talk about the show.

Or George, who'll be at Eton in a few years, and have his mother's shame thrown at him.

Over on the Guardian boards they're Identikit Suiter 1, 2 & 3.
IS 1, etc., for short.
Except that in retrospect, Blake seems to have been gay, or too smart for Mary—as soon as the field clears, he takes off to Poland.

Her father's determination that the value of Mary's good name was 50 pounds had to take her down another peg.

Can you believe it? Sooty Blotch.

Can you believe it? Sooty Blotch.

I remember the whole letdown when I realized that the whole point of the novel was adultery and betrayal—at least according to Pinter's autobiographical take.
That and the fatal miscasting of Penelope Wilton. There you have Jeremy Irony and La Estreependa heaving and sighing, and then on comes Wilton with that face…

Watch the scene where John Vernon and Woodrow Palfrey take a walk; one take, timed exactly to catch the light. Nailed it. A glitch meant that they had to reshoot it; nailed it again. Professionalism.

Peter Strauss was head of the Zealots; Peter O'Toole the Roman general.

Don't expect to see it full of short, swarthy Semites either.