Yes! Peter is a disaster. He has untreated PSTD, can’t stir without his sinister all-seeing manservant, and all his sexual/romantic partners before Harriet were either idiots (was she called Barbara? The very young girl he fell for at university and who ditched him for some hard-bitten old major during the war) or women he appears to have paid for their favours. Ugh.
Plus I’m surprised his habit of singing ‘Auprès de ma blonde’ when he feels frisky on honeymoon doesn’t make dark-haired Harriet scream.
And Adam Dalgleish (only speaking from the novels, have never seen any adaptations) is another one with lingering issues from the death of his wife and child, a crashing intellectual snob, a chilly, solitary born bachelor, a total scion of the Establishment who lives for his job, and a total fun-sponge.
At least you could have fun with Peter at a party. Dalgleish would stand alone at the window, staring out onto the dark, inwardly disapproving of whatever the drink is, and composing a poem about a murdered child which he will publish in an award-winning collection and then bite the head off anyone who mentions it, ever.
Whatever Emma’s friend is called (the nice Cambridge lesbian? Annie’s partner) is right. AD is bad news.
Plus literally every straight woman that meets either AD or PW falls for them.
Harriet all the way.