"Daisy, put that into the oven." "Ohh!" "Have you chosen what you want yet?" "Whatever you think best." "That doesn't sound like a bride on the brink of wedded bliss!" "It's a long time since I've been on the brink of anything." "Except possibly the grave." "I wanted a big wedding breakfast." "All of us sat at groaning tables having a jolly time." "Why can't you have that?" "It's not how posh people do it." "They stand about with nibbly bits stuck in their teeth and that's what we've to do." "I don't see why." "We could put trestle tables up in the hall." "No, Mr Carson wants it like the family would do it." "I don't mind." "Not really." "So what are you going to wear?" "My brown day dress." "Anna is going to tidy it up a bit." "It's simple, but I'm sure it will be fine." "Because I've got a new catalogue." "It's so easy." "You send a postal order and they send you the dress!" "I know what a catalogue is, thank you." "I'm too old to think a new dress will solve anything much." "Well, you're not wasting money, that's for sure." "Mama!" "What are you doing here?" "I wasn't expecting you." "I want to be quite certain you're thinking sensibly about the possible changes at the hospital." "By thinking sensibly, you mean thinking like you." "Of course." "Cora believes you're wrong." "Cora is confused." "And when she sees sense, she'll agree with you?" "You have been talking to Isobel." "Since they made her the almoner, she's never been the same." "I have been talking to Cora." "That is a mistake." "You can't expect me to avoid talking to my own wife!" "Why not?" "I know several couples who are perfectly happy, haven't spoken in years." "Hello, Granny!" "They didn't say you were here." "I'm here to make sure of your father in the coming fight." "I'm off to London to calm my editor." "Say goodbye to Mama." "Will you stay with Rosamund?" "I don't know how long I'll be there." "So I'll stay at the flat." "Is it proper for a young woman to be alone in a flat?" "Granny, Adrienne Bolland flew alone over the Andes mountains four years ago." "Granny, Adrienne Bolland flew alone over the Andes mountains Anyway, I'm not a young woman." "I'm staring middle age in the face." "Granny!" "Have you seen your mama?" "She's just finishing off the menus with Mrs Patmore." "Then I will be off." "Why not stay and say hello?" "Oh..." "I have a feeling Cora and I will be saying hello rather less than... en garde!" "..in the next few weeks." "Right." "What if we keep the Dover sole and change the cod to a crown roast?" "I'll do peaches in brandy." "That sounds more like it." "Thank you, Mrs Patmore." "Is everything else all right?" "Yes, Your Ladyship." "That is..." "I'm a bit concerned about the wedding." "Why is that?" "Don't hesitate to charge it all to the house account." "Oh, very kind, I'm sure." "But it's not that." "Mrs Hughes isn't happy." "I'm sorry to hear it." "Is she regretting her decision?" "It's not her decision she regrets so much as his decision." "What is that?" "A stamp to mark the British Empire exhibition." "Just been released." "First commemorative stamp ever." "What's that great lion doing?" "It's the lion of Britain with the head of the king." "Hm!" "I think it's silly." "Because you understand nothing." "I'll go." "Ahem." "Who was that?" "Who was... what?" "Whoever was outside." "Was nobody." "Very talkative for a nobody." "I meant..." "He'd come to the wrong house." "Haven't we all?" "Did Lady Edith get off OK?" "As far as I know." "I can't think why she doesn't sack the wretched man and find someone else." "Unless she enjoys racing up to London in a swirling cloud of crisis and drama." "Unless she enjoys racing up I've had rather a sad letter from Mr Branson." "Listen." "I dreamt last night I was in the park at Downton, walking with Sybbie under the great trees, listening to the pigeons cooing in their branches." "And when I woke, my eyes were filled with tears." "That's very moving." "I agree." "I owe him a letter." "I'll write after Carson's wedding." "Talking of which, I feel sorry for Mrs Hughes." "I said I'd brighten up her frock for her." "When she gave it me, it was an old day dress." "There wasn't much I could do." "Can't I lend her a brooch or something?" "I told Mrs Patmore and she said not to worry." "Maybe she's got a plan." "Let's hope so." "Have you given any more thought to Mr Ryder's advice?" "I have." "You're not..." "Too early to tell." "Lord knows the problem isn't Bates!" "Honestly, My Lady!" "If I repeated some of the things you say downstairs..." "Should you be working?" "I can manage." "And there's always Baxter." "No, Mr Bates would smell a rat." "I don't want him to know anything until it's worked and I'm almost showing." "He'd put so much on to it." "At the end of the third month, I'll invent an appointment and we'll whizz up to London!" "How exciting!" "I don't want to be excited." "Not until I know it's going to happen." "Looking for a place, Mr Barrow?" "I might be." "Would you be sorry?" "They've not said anything though." "Mr Carson is hoping I'll resign." "To avoid any possible unpleasantness, that's all." "What do you think of this?" "Experienced manservant required for a position of trust in a prominent household." "Sounds interesting." "Where is it?" "I'm only looking in the Yorkshire papers." "I want to stay up here." "Careful, Mr Barrow." "Someone might accuse you of having feelings for the area." "Would that be so hard to believe?" "Harder for you to accept than for us to believe." "Am I here tonight without cousin Violet to cement my alliance with Cora?" "No, not at all!" "Carson, could you ask Mrs Hughes to join us in the drawing room?" "Mrs Hughes, My Lady?" "I want to ask her something and I'd like Lady Mary to be there." "What are you getting at?" "Carson?" "Of course, Your Ladyship." "Shall we go through?" "Are you staying tonight, Robert?" "No, I don't want to miss anything." "Does cousin Violet know I'm here this evening?" "Not unless you've told her." "I don't want her to think I'm plotting against her." "Aren't you?" "Yes." "But I don't want her to know." "Her Ladyship is going to help Mr Mason." "When I was in the drawing room, she almost said it out loud!" "Let's hope so." "Now, will you let me take you through the exam papers?" "Are you losing confidence in me?" "No, it's not that." "I'm sure you know the answers." "But sometimes it can be hard to make out the question." "Mr Molesley, shall we ask them to come down and help themselves?" "Sorry, Mr Carson." "Is Mrs Hughes in her room?" "Sorry, Mr Carson." "As far as I know." "How may I help, My Lady?" "I'm sorry to put you on the spot." "But I believe you've been rather railroaded over your reception." "I understand you don't want to be married from this house." "What?" "Why ever not?" "My Lady, we're both honoured to be allowed the privilege " "No." "I want to hear from Mrs Hughes." "Your Ladyship, I have no wish to sound ungrateful." "This is a fine house." "And Mr Carson's right." "It would be an honour to hold our party here." "But it's not what you want." "Well, to start with, I'd like a kind of reception that's different from the ones you're used to." "With a solid meal served at proper tables." "Does anyone have a sit-down wedding breakfast any more?" "A great many people, My Lady." "And then I'd like to feel we could ask all sorts." "Everyone who's been part of our lives here." "And I'd planned for music later on." "And maybe a bit of a hoolie." "None of which would be suitable in the Great Hall." "It would not." "There you are, we're agreeing." "Mrs Hughes, doesn't Carson deserve a wedding in this house?" "Where he has served this family for so long and with such loyalty." "And will continue to do so while there is breath in his body." "Well, then." "But this is our day, My Lady." "It's about Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes." "And not about this glorious house or the glorious people who have lived in it." "Just us, and that's the way I'd like to celebrate it." "I couldn't understand more, Mrs Hughes." "I hope we'll be invited." "Of course you will all be invited." "We'd be honoured if you come." "But it would be our day, celebrated in our way." "Do you know where you will stage this festivity?" "I had thought about the schoolhouse, My Lord." "But Mr Carson doesn't care for it." "I don't mind the schoolhouse." "Right, then it would seem to be settled." "Thank you, Mrs Hughes." "Thank you, My Lady." "Why did we have to listen to that?" "!" "I want you to stop bullying them." "And let them do it their way." "You think I'm a bully?" "I think you're a snob." "How do you make that out?" "She didn't want the bother of a servants' wedding in the hall." "That's not fair." "We..." "Ahem." "Going out, Mr Spratt?" "Do I have your permission?" "You can go round the world as far as I'm concerned." "That's very considerate of you." "But a breath of air is all I need." "Denker, I wonder if I might have something warm to drink before I go up." "Yes, certainly, My Lady." "How about a nice cup of hot chocolate?" "Oh, just the thing." "Thank you." "Um..." "Yes?" "My Lady, Mr Spratt seems very preoccupied at the moment." "I wondered if you knew what it was about." "Does this spring from a concern for his welfare?" "We all have to rub along together, don't we?" "Well, it would be nice if we could." "I worry." "Perhaps one of his friends is in trouble." "I know nothing of Spratt's friends." "I know he has a great many relations who seem to get married and buried with numbing regularity." "Usually on very inconvenient days." "Perhaps it's one of them?" "Why don't you ask him?" "While you're making my chocolate." "Yes, My Lady." "Of course." "Oh, My Lord." "A quick word." "It may be that we have a painless solution to the problem of Barrow." "Oh, yes?" "He's applying for a job in the vicinity." "Do you know of a house called Dryden Park, near York?" "The name rings a bell." "I think my parents used to go there." "But I haven't heard anything about it for years." "Is that where he's off to?" "Hopefully." "We shall see." "Ahem." "Are you quite well?" "Oh, yes." "Just a bit of indigestion." "Carson." "I hope you weren't upset by that business in the drawing room." "Not at all, My Lady." "As a matter of fact, I don't believe Her Ladyship was acting for snobbish reasons." "Not at all, My Lady." "As a matter of Perhaps not." "But it annoys me to see you cheated of your just desserts." "I wanted the best for you." "And I shall have it, My Lady." "If you attend the wedding, that's enough for me." "Good night." "Yes?" "Hello." "I telephoned earlier in response to the advertisement." "Name's Barrow." "Come in." "Come in." "Thank you." "Lady Edith Crawley?" "It is you, isn't it?" "Hello..." "Bertie Pelham." "We met at Brancaster when it was let to Lord Sinderby." "Of course!" "I'm sorry to be so dense." "I remember you very well." "You're the agent." "Or you were then." "I am now." "Business has brought me to London for a few days." "Me too." "In fact, it's the longest time I've spent in London since my cousin cameout." "In fact, it's the longest time She was with us at Brancaster." "Rose Aldridge." "I remember." "I thought you were a very jolly party." "I told Lord Hexham he should try and let to the Sinderbys again this year!" "Are you having a good time in London?" "Well, I've been working since I arrived." "And missing Marigold, of course." "Marigold?" "My..." "That is, my ward." "Our ward." "Of course." "You told me about her." "I'd better get on." "I expect you're busy." "I'm not usually, but I've got rather a drama on my hands with my magazine." "You've probably forgotten, but I own a magazine." "Indeed I have not." "I thought it was incredibly modern." "It's incredibly complicated at the moment." "Which is why I have to get back to the office." "I don't suppose you'd like a drink with me later on." "Well..." "Only I'm going home tomorrow." "Well..." "And I'm not sure when I'll be back." "All right." "Why not?" "But it will have to be near the office." "We're in Covent Garden." "What about Rules?" "Will they let us have a drink there?" "I should think so." "Shall we say seven?" "I'm going to hurry away before you change your mind!" "Perhaps you could tell me a little more about the job, Mr..." "Reresby." "Sir Michael Reresby." "Oh." "As you can see, we've rather let things slide." "It's been very difficult since my wife died." "I can imagine, Sir Michael." "She was a lady in waiting, do you know?" "To the old Duchess of Connaught." "Ah." "Do you have any other family?" "Two sons." "But they..." "They never came back from the war." "Very sorry to hear that." "Did you serve?" "I was in Flanders, yes." "I served." "I got this there." "That's what I need." "Someone who knows about fighting for his king and his country." "I expect this was a wonderful house for entertaining." "Oh, you should have seen it!" "We had such fun in those days." "Do you know what I shall always remember?" "The women going up to bed at the end of the evening." "Their faces lit by the flame from the candle." "Yes, diamonds twinkling as they climbed up into the darkness." "Shall we go through here?" "As you can see, it's all rather silted up." "Can you clear a space?" "Of course." "So can you let me know more about the job?" "How many staff do you have?" "Well, there's Mrs Tonkins." "She comes in three days a week." "And she has to manage everything?" "We do have a man outside every now and then." "But that's why we need you." "In your advertisement, you spoke of a position of trust, Sir Michael, in a prominent household." "This is a very prominent household." "Can you doubt it?" "We have entertained not just the Connaughts, but the Fife princesses!" "Both of them." "The Duke of Argyll." "The Queen of Spain." "Yes..." "But that was some time ago." "Are you a republican?" "No." "I don't believe so, but then I've never really thought about it much." "Well, think about it now!" "I can't risk a republican in this household when anyone might call!" "Maybe you're right." "Maybe I'm not quite up to it." "Philosophically." "Thank heavens we picked that up before he caused any trouble!" "I should be going." "I hope you find the man you're looking for." "We can't let them down, do you see?" "When the good times return, they will all come back." "We must be ready." "Can't let our standards slip." "No." "And good luck with those standards." "This is what you had in mind for the cover?" "No, don't touch that!" "It does seem similar to last month's, Mr Skinner." "Don't be so absurd." "Please!" "Where is the copy for this?" "Mr Skinner, this really isn't finished." "I have dealt with amateurism." "I've even dealt with incompetence." "But this ridiculous, muddle-headed meddling just about " "Mr Skinner!" "That's quite enough." "If that's how you feel, I suggest we part company once and for all." "I've done it." "He's gone." "Good riddance." "And well done." "But what happens now?" "We have to get it out by tomorrow." "We have to get the proofs to the printers by 4am." "You can't mean to do it yourself." "Why not?" "I refuse to be defeated by a petulant and overweight tyrant." "I'll lay out the articles as usual." "It's seven o'clock." "Which means we have nine hours." "We'd better get some coffee on and..." "Oh, crikey!" "I won't be long." "Keep getting the copy together." "May I help you, madam?" "I won't be long." "I'm so, so sorry." "Believe me, if you knew what I'm living through, you'd forgive me." "I forgive you anyway." "I can't have a drink." "I'd love to, but I can't." "My editor has walked out." "I have to get the magazine to the printers by four in the morning." "So it's sandwiches and coffee and work until dawn." "All right." "You're a darling." "Thank you." "Do telephone me if and when you're up in London again." "No, I meant all right, I'll come with you." "Come with me where?" "Back to the office." "I can make coffee." "I can fetch sandwiches." "I can... carry bits of paper around." "Shouldn't we get going?" "Aren't you having dinner somewhere?" "I thought that's why you hadn't suggested it." "No, I didn't think you'd accept dinner." "I planned to ask you halfway through the drink." "Right, well, we should get back." "So it's just the causes of the war." "Both wars." "The Spanish succession and the Austrian succession." "You're comparing them." "Don't forget." "Keep it simple and straightforward." "What is it?" "Oh..." "I don't know if I should tell you." "Tell me if it's important." "Don't if it's not." "It might be." "When I was serving tea in the library," "I heard them say that the Drewes are giving up Yew Tree Farm." "That's what she was thinking!" "Her Ladyship knew they were going to hand in the lease." "She couldn't decide whether to say anything!" "Don't jump the gun." "I knew she'd had an idea." "I said it!" "You've made me so happy!" "This is just the tonic Mr Mason needs." "But it's not definite yet." "I'll say that." "I'll tell him that." "But he'll be made up." "Who's that?" "Somebody at the back door." "Never mind." "Mrs Porter can answer it." "It's probably a delivery." "At this time?" "Mr Willis, what brings you here?" "I'm sorry to call so late." "But I've had an enquiry which concerns you." "Mm, I'm all ears!" "Mr Spratt, do you know a Mr Wally Stern?" "Yes, he's my sister's son." "He's been serving time in York prison." "He's been serving time Oh." "Is it absolutely necessary for Miss Denker to be present?" "Killjoy." "She'll be questioned next." "So what's the point in asking her to leave?" "So what's the point Thank you, Sergeant." "I'm aware of the present situation of my unfortunate nephew." "Not the present situation, I'm afraid." "Mr Stern recently absconded from prison." "He's currently on the run." "Someone answering his description has been seen in this neighbourhood." "Naturally, we wondered if he'd tried to make contact." "Not with me, Sergeant, no." "Miss Denker, can you add anything?" "No." "Nothing that leads you to suppose a man was hanging around the house?" "I'm afraid not, Sergeant." "Perhaps the identification was a mistake." "Is he very distinctive to look at?" "Um..." "Not very." "Quite ordinary, in fact." "All right." "Well, that would seem to be that." "I'll say goodbye." "Of course, if he tries to get in touch..." "Of course, if he tries We'll be on to you in a moment." "I'm sorry." "I don't know why he wanted to drag you into it." "What an interesting family you have, Mr Spratt." "Mine are quite dull by comparison." "I haven't seen him for years." "It's your sister I feel sorry for." "She has done nothing to deserve it." "Of course not." "I do have one question though." "What's that?" "After you put him up in the potting shed," "After you put him up did he get away safely?" "What's the idea?" "Lady Eltham's costume ball." "I can't decide which guests are the most important." "Never mind that." "Best clothes and prettiest faces." "Nobody cares about anything else." "You have the address." "They're waiting for you." "He's got everything he needs." "Put it into Mr Brent's hands." "Yes, ma'am." "I'll get you some more coffee." "Would you?" "Well, you did it." "We did it." "I really am so grateful." "Are you an editor now?" "Does this count in your profession as a sort of baptism of blood?" "I don't know what will happen next." "But it's nice to know I can do it if I have to." "You certainly can." "I won't though." "Not yet." "I'll put someone in charge as a caretaker." "Then I'll think." "In the end, the question must be are you a country woman or a townie?" "It's more than that." "I know now I need a purpose." "That's what I've learned." "I can't just lead one of those purposeless lives." "You inspire me." "Not many people would say that." "They would if they knew you." "Thank you, Audrey." "So you go home today." "Yes." "I'll catch the twelve o'clock and try and sleep on the train!" "What about you?" "I'll settle in the new editor and go back after that." "Our butler is getting married on Saturday." "Which is quite a big thing." "Has he been with you a long time?" "Forever." "He joined us as a junior footman in my grandfather's day." "I love those stories." "I wonder how much longer people will tell them." "I know." "Let's not be sad, not today." "After all, we've just edited a magazine." "This just came for you." "Oh, thank you very much." "What is it?" "Oh, thank you very much." "Never you mind." "Oh, what a relief!" "I thought it wasn't going to get here." "May we know what it is?" "It's a frock I ordered as a surprise for Mrs Hughes." "But with the wedding tomorrow, I thought we'd missed it." "Can we have a look?" "Don't see why not." "Just check Mr Carson's gone." "It's a relief to me as well." "The one she wanted to wear was awful." "Oh." "Well, it's very..." "It's an improvement, we can say that." "Is it?" "What was the last one like?" "!" "I don't understand." "It was so nice in the picture." "It wasn't dear but..." "It seemed like a bargain." "It's the thought that counts." "Not with a frock, it's not!" "Lady Mary says she'll lend her a brooch or something." "A brooch?" "She'll need a diamond parure to make this look any good." "She's coming!" "Daisy, I'm afraid Gertie's ill, so can I ask you to do the fires?" "I'm sorry to get you up so early." "That's all right, My Lady." "Are you sure you don't want any breakfast?" "No." "I've had a cup of tea." "That's enough." "I'm having luncheon in York after I see the hospital." "Daisy, you don't do the bedroom fires these days, do you?" "Not as a rule, My Lady, no." "But Gertie's unwell." "And we don't have a proper scullery maid any more." "I'm afraid I'm not usually up early enough to know that." "I just wanted to say how very grateful I am, My Lady." "Grateful?" "For what?" "When you said you had a plan." "It was because the Drewes might be leaving Yew Tree Farm, wasn't it?" "Well..." "I know you can't say anything." "But I'm so thankful to you for trying." "Is something the matter, My Lady?" "I hope she wasn't bothering you." "No, but..." "Never mind." "We'll see what happens." "Do you remember I thought Mrs Patmore might have an idea about Mrs Hughes's dress?" "She did, and it arrived this morning." "No good?" "No good at all." "Horrible, in fact." "And it's too late now to order anything else." "Can't we lend her a dress?" "She wouldn't fit into a dress of yours." "And Her Ladyship is too tall." "An embroidered evening coat?" "The length wouldn't matter so much." "I'll ask Mama when I get up." "Miss Baxter said she was leaving early to go into York." "That's right." "She's out all day." "She goes straight from York to a meeting with Dr Clarkson." "We'll have to manage without her." "She won't mind." "She'll be pleased." "I um... ..just want to make sure everything is under control." "I think so." "Mr Brock is bringing the flowers and foliage in the morning." "And Mrs Patmore is on top of things." "Are you nervous?" "A little." "And I'm sad about my dress." "I wish I'd made more of an effort." "But it's too late now." "I'm sure you'll look wonderful." "Well, I'll look tidy." "What about tonight?" "We mustn't see each other tonight." "I'm having dinner in here." "And they'll warn you when I'm going up so we don't meet on the stairs!" "Am I hearing right?" "You went behind our backs and betrayed us to the enemy?" "Whose enemy?" "They're not my enemy." "I asked to see the Royal Yorkshire." "And to meet with the doctors in charge so I could learn the benefits of a merger." "Today, they were good enough to give me a tour and a luncheon." "Am I to think ill of them for that?" "And you don't call that betrayal?" "It's called being in possession of the facts." "I wondered when we'd hear from you." "It's unfortunate if you've given them the impression that we approve of theplan." "But I do approve of it." "And you're the fount of wisdom on this topic!" "I don't claim to know more than any of you." "I'm glad you don't claim to know more than I do, Lady Grantham." "But I am disappointed." "And we know why." "But I am disappointed." "If we don't, I gather we will soon." "I'm afraid you see the new arrangement as diminishing your own importance." "What?" "You're the king of this place." "But once it's a wing of the Royal Yorkshire, you'll be one more local doctor." "But once it's a wing of the Royal With some authority, yes." "But it will not be the same." "Mrs Crawley doesn't mean that." "I'd like to think that." "But it sounds very much as if she does." "Did you drink at luncheon?" "No, I did not." "Which you know very well since we were together." "Not all the time." "Shall we call a halt to this before we say things we will regret?" "I rather hope Mrs Crawley regrets what she's said already." "I'm going home." "In future, let's try to manage things in a more civilised manner." "Goodbye, Dr Clarkson." "Goodbye, Lady Grantham." "Has tea gone up?" "Not yet, oh great one." "How did you get on at Dryden Park?" "It wasn't right for me, Mr Carson." "Pity." "Mr Molesley, Andrew, tea." "Won't be long now." "Something will turn up." "I expect you will be glad to see the back of me." "If it's what you want." "He means it too." "Don't fish." "Especially where they're never going to bite." "You've got me wrong." "You all have." "How?" "I don't want anything from Andy but friendship." "We were friends when he first came." "I helped to get him the job, for God's sake!" "But now you've all poisoned his mind against me." "Then tell him." "It's too late." "The damage has been done." "You don't believe me anyway." "Mrs Hughes." "Can you pop up to Her Ladyship's room for a moment?" "Whatever for?" "Lady Mary has a surprise for you." "A surprise?" "For me?" "Why?" "You're getting married tomorrow." "That might have something to do with it." "Can we meet there at five?" "Here she is, the famous editor!" "Trailing streamers of success." "This is the mock-up." "It does seem weird that we managed it in time." "We managed it?" "The office." "We all pulled together." "I think it's perfectly brilliant, darling." "Don't you?" "I'm back, but I'm going upstairs to get straight." "And to calm down." "Why?" "How was your day?" "The morning was interesting." "The afternoon was ghastly." "Oh, Mama, you'll find..." "See?" "That dress doesn't look bad now as a foil to set off the colours of the embroidery." "I agree." "It's plainness is a virtue." "And I'm sure we can do something about the length." "Excuse me?" "Will someone explain to me what's going on?" "Didn't Lady Mary tell you, My Lady?" "Tell me what?" "That Mrs Hughes is going to borrow one of your coats to be married in." "Was I to have any say in this as you rifle through my cupboards?" "Your Ladyship, there's obviously been a misunderstanding." "I'm surprised at you, Mrs Hughes." "This is not the kind of behaviour I would look for from you." "We'll hang them up at once and leave you in peace." "Lady Mary said " "Lady Mary may dispose of her own clothes as she sees fit." "But I do not know what gives her the right to dispose of mine." "Now please leave me." "I have a headache and I need to lie down." "You're very prompt." "Oh, My Lady." "We've had an awful business." "Her Ladyship walked in when Mrs Hughes was trying on the coats." "I don't know." "She seemed to think we were stealing them." "Don't be silly." "I'm not." "I've never seen her so angry." "Poor Mrs Hughes." "She feels awful." "We can't have that on the day before her wedding." "Leave it to me." "Yes?" "I hope Anna's wrong, but she seems to think you wouldn't lend Mrs Hughes a coat." "I just walked in and they were putting on my clothes." "Please tell me you weren't rude." "Your mother has had a horrible afternoon with Granny." "They were at each other'sthroats." "Does that excuse insulting a woman who has served us faithfully for many years, who simply wanted something nice to be married in?" "Why didn't you tell me?" "I tried to but you stormed off." "What was Mrs Hughes doing in there?" "Typical though, isn't it?" "30 years of service, one wrong move, and... snap, you're out on your ear." "They're very appreciative of our service." "It was not a wrong move and she is not out on her ear." "I won't speak ill of Her Ladyship." "Not when she's doing what she's doing for Mr Mason." "What's this?" "Daisy." "You must talk when it isn't settled." "I want to get things settled." "Don't we all?" "You seem unusually disenchanted with life these days, Mr Barrow." "I can't see the future, Mr Carson." "But then, I suppose, none of us can." "Don't let it upset you." "It does upset me." "I felt like a naughty child in need of a smack." "Anyway, I'm going up now." "It's past ten." "Yes?" "May I come in?" "Please." "Mrs Hughes, I won't beat about the bush." "I behaved badly earlier." "I hope you'll accept my apology." "It must have been strange to find us all there, My Lady." "Nevertheless, I have no excuse to behave as I did." "Not to someone who deserves our loyalty as you do." "Please forgive me." "Of course." "I can only say I was angry about something quite different." "I allowed it to cloud my judgement." "We've all done that, My Lady." "Finally, I'd like you to have this coat." "I..." "I'm not sure it was a good idea." "Please." "Or I'll feel I've spoiled the day, which is the very last thing I'd want to do." "Furthermore, I want you to keep it." "Well, I..." "I've asked Baxter to fit it for you tonight." "She's happy to do that." "Very well, My Lady." "I'm very grateful." "I'm not sure when I'll wear it again." "But you never know." "You never do." "I'll say good night." "Good night, Your Ladyship." "For Mr Carson." "Thank you." "Come in." "Thank you, Mrs Patmore." "That's lovely." "What's happened?" "What's the matter?" "Nothing's the matter." "We've come to dress the bride." "There's a sentence I never thought I'd hear." "Ring and..." "Ring." "Ohh..." "Mr Brock brought these for you." "What are they?" "They're roses with heather for buttonholes." "He's done that to one of Mrs Hughes'." "Very nice, but whom are they for?" "For you and your ushers." "My ushers?" "I've not got any ushers." "Perhaps you should have, Mr Carson." "Oh..." "Take one for yourself." "Give one to Andrew." "Remove the fern." "What about me, Mr Carson?" "Take one." "I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb." "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part." "According to God's holy ordinance..." "With this ring, I thee wed." "With my body, I thee worship." "All my worldly goods, I thee endow." "In the name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, Amen." "In the name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, Amen." "Ohh..." "I now pronounce you man and wife together." "Oh, thank you." "I'm so glad to see you here." "Couldn't miss Carson's wedding." "I felt uncomfortable about the way I spoke to you the other day." "You said what you thought." "I don't think I did." "Not truly." "I was exasperated by Lady Grantham." "And you got in the way." "Don't be too quick to condemn yourself." "I'm not sure you were wrong." "Maybe I haven't focused on what's best for the village." "What is this?" "Dr Clarkson is reviewing his position." "I hope this is wishful thinking on Mrs Crawley's part." "To be honest, I don't know." "But if something is that important, it's worth considering more than once." "Really?" "In my experience, second thoughts are vastly overrated." "But we mustn't be too blinkered, surely?" "It's not just Mrs Crawley and Lady Grantham." "Your old friend Lord Merton is in favour of reform." "A peer in favour of reform." "It's like a turkey in favour of Christmas." "Nice to see you here." "A wonderful service." "Thank you, My Lord." "Please understand that nothing is going to change." "I doubt you'd agree, Mrs..." "Carson." "We'll try to keep the changes manageable, My Lady." "Congratulations." "Thank you." "I'm so happy for you." "I'm sorry if I made things awkward about the reception." "Please forgive me." "My Lady, Mr Carson would forgive you if you attacked him with a brick!" "You don't have to worry, you know, Mr Spratt." "No?" "I can keep secrets when I want to." "Maybe." "But the question remains, will you want to?" "Ah, mm." "You're very sunny again." "I love weddings, don't you?" "I liked mine." "You would tell me if you'd fallen in love with someone else?" "I shouldn't think so." "Not for a moment." "Because there's something about you just now." "And there's something about you, Mr Bates." "There's definitely something about you." "There she is now." "You won't regret it." "She's more than equal to the task." "In fact, I think she'll do you credit." "I think she'll do you credit, Mr Molesley." "You seem to have been an excellent influence in all this." "Well, I believe that education is the gate that leads to any future worth having." "Have you missed your vocation?" "I've missed everything, Mr Dawes." "But Daisy doesn't have to." "Mr Mason is so full of gratitude, Your Ladyship." "It's like a dream after a nightmare, My Lady." "But please, you mustn't think..." "May I have silence?" "Thank you." "Mr Barrow." "Before we take our seats, I believe, as the groom, that I have the right to a few words." "I will not be prolix, but it must be right that I mark that I am the happiest and luckiest of men." "That a woman of such grace and charm should entrust her life's happiness to my unworthy charge... ..passeth all understanding." "To my wonderful bride." "The bride and groom!" "The bride and groom!" "To the bride and groom." "Ohh!" "Tom!" "And Sybbie, darling!" "What are you doing here?" "And how did you know where to find us?" "The hall boy on duty told me where you were." "It means that I can congratulate you in person." "Mr and Mrs Carson." "Oh, are you back for a holiday?" "Say you'll stay!" "That's just the point." "I can stay as long as you want me." "I don't understand." "What are you saying?" "Just this." "That I've come back and I'd like to stay for good." "If Lord Grantham will have me." "Of course we'll have you!" "We'll be delighted!" "I echo every syllable." "Hello, darling Sybbie!" "Give old Donk a kiss!" "Tom, this is such wonderful news." "Are you sure?" "I'm really, really sure." "So what happened?" "It's quite simple." "I had to go all the way to Boston to figure something out." "But that's what I did." "What was it?" "I learned that Downton is my home." "And that you are my family." "If I didn't quite know that before I left, I know it now." "Sybbie!" "Marigold!" "Hello." "If I am to live out my life here, I need something to do that isn't just the estate." "How enterprising." "We talk about making a difference." "But this could actually change lives." "Hasn't got time to greet her old friends." "When were you a friend of Gwen's?" "No-one has sharper eyes than a loving son." "You read that somewhere." "You're not hiding anything?" "Don't give me not possible!" "All right, madam!" "Finish that mash!" "Cousin Isobel is entitled to put up an argument." "Of course." "She's just not entitled to win it!"