"His lordship is going to America." "What are you talking about?" "A telegram has just arrived." "He's leaving today." "Something's happened to her ladyship's brother." "So, you mean you have to go, too?" "I can't leave Anna, Mrs Hughes." "Not now." "How can she put me in this position?" "It's not fair!" "I agree." "But, why does your mother need me?" ""Robert must be there." Why?" "My being there won't make a difference." "They obviously feel it will." "Maybe they don't want the Committee to think Harold's a wildcat driller." "An earl as a brother-in-law will make him respectable?" "They seem to believe so." "I know plenty of relatives of English earls who belong in gaol!" "I suppose we've made the decision." "I can't stop his lordship from going." "MRS HUGHES:" "Of course not." "But, I wonder if it's necessary for Mr Bates to go with him." "It'll be very hard for Anna to lose his support at this time." "Mrs Hughes, I hope we are good employers, but even we expect to get what we pay for." "Bates is in this house as his lordship's valet." "I know that, m'lady, but this is a special circumstance." "Why, particularly?" "It's not my secret to tell." "If you wish to enlist my help, I must know the facts." "I won't go." "I see, so you'll leave his lordship in the lurch, and probably lose your job, and all this to help me?" "Go home and pack." "You are asking me to travel without a valet?" "I'm asking you not to take Bates." "You do know the Americans have a correct uniform for practically every activity known to man?" "Thomas was your valet the whole time Bates was in prison." "He knows how you like things done." "Suppose he doesn't want to go?" "Why wouldn't he?" "It's an adventure." "All those handsome stewards strutting down the boat deck." "Don't be vulgar." "What do you know of such matters?" "I've been married." "I know everything." "But if you could just explain why Bates can't come?" "I can't explain it." "If I could, you would agree with me." "I found this for the shoes, m'lord." "I'm afraid it seems you won't be coming with me, Bates." "Thomas has been selected as your deputy." "What?" "Lady Mary persuaded me you are more needed here, though why I couldn't tell you." "I'd better get on." "Your grandmother will arrive shortly." "What have they told you?" "That Anna was... ..'attacked' by some ruffian who'd broken in." "While I sat upstairs, enjoying the music." "It's not your fault, Bates." "It wasn't hers, but it wasn't yours." "Thank you." "I thought I'd come to wish Lord Grantham good luck on his journey." "He's upstairs getting ready, m'lady." "Everyone else is in the library." "Oh, Rose, my dear..." "I wonder, I wonder if I might please have a glass of water?" "Thank you." "Judging how things are going, he can manage very well." "Oh?" "Are we disturbing the conclave?" "We're just discussing the pigs." "Ah, the arrival of the pigs and the departure of their master." "It's sad Lord Grantham has to miss it." "Are the pigs a good idea, Mr Blake?" "It's a good idea for estates to maximise and diversify." "The question is whether or not Lord Grantham and Lady Mary fully appreciate what they're taking on." "Oh?" "You ask as if the answer were no." "Mr Blake is not under Mary's spell." "Oh?" "Mrs Crawley." "Morning." "Good morning." "Your water, m'lady." "Thank you, Carson." "Are you feeling hot?" "I am." "I've just walked up from the village." "I am a bit hot, but I didn't walk." "I envy you." "Well, I'm not sorry." "I can say that." "How do you know you'll get a ship?" "There's always empty cabins." "Sure we'll find something." "Oh, I wish it were me." "Wouldn't you miss Ivy?" "Nothing's gonna come of that." "It were a waste of money and effort." "I'm sure something's around the corner." "I wish it'd get a move on or I might do something stupid." "Ha!" "Well, when I get back, I want to find you happy and healthy and courting a girl from the village." "Come on, let's go up." "You can wish me luck." "Darling, I do think your going to rescue my hopeless brother is an act of real love, and I cherish you for it." "That'll keep me warm as I cross the raging seas." "Good." "Now, kiss me." "Lady Grantham says we can stay 'til we're done." "But, it'll be a few weeks more." "I hope you don't mind." "Not if you make yourselves useful." "We will." "Try to be strong, my darling." "I will." "Gregson must be out there somewhere." "I wish you'd let me send a detective." "There's no point." "His firm's already done all that to no avail." "If there's anything you want us to do," "Mama will give you whatever you need." "Goodbye, Mama." "Goodbye, my dear." "Try not to let those Yankees drive you mad." "Mary?" "Why so preoccupied?" "Am I?" "I'm afraid my mind is on other things." "Anyway, goodbye, Papa, and please try to enjoy yourself." "Good luck with the pigs." "Rose, I leave you in charge of fun." "Mission understood, Captain." "Goodbye, Isobel." "Bye, Tom." "Look after all my womenfolk, including Isis." "Especially Isis." "I'll try my best." "Goodbye, Miss Baxter." "I look forward to a full report when I get back." "Why am I going instead of Mr Bates?" "I don't know." "No, but that's what you're going to find out." "Oh..." "Well, that's a relief." "Is it?" "Yes, I'm..." "I'm feeling rather ill." "I wanted him away before I keel over." "I am sorry." "Would you like me to come back with you?" "That is the very last thing I would want." "Oh, Carson, can I have a car please, to take me home?" "Certainly, your ladyship..." "Yes, now." "Thank you for seeing him off." "Evelyn wanted to." "But, now we must go or we'll be late." "Is it just lack of money, why these places are all failing?" "Usually." "But, why is that?" "Because so few owners make the most of what an estate has to offer." "So few think about income." "So few are ready to adjust their way of life." "You have to understand what these people are used to." "No." "They have to get used to something different." "They think nothing needs to change." "That God will be upset if the old order is overturned." "And you don't think He will be?" "No." "To farm an estate is hard work, and never more than now." "The owners must face up to that, or they don't deserve to keep what they have." "You look very intense." "Mr Blake was saying he finds people like you and me infuriating." "I should point out..." "We must get going or we'll be late." "It's nice of you to drive me home." "I'm meeting the new pig man." "I do worry about your life away from the estate." "Is there any?" "Huh, I've no time." "What happened to your politics?" "They vanished." "Along with that silly chauffeur chap named Branson." "I don't believe that." "I gather the MP, John Ward, is coming to speak in Ripon tomorrow at the Town Hall." "I could get tickets." "I don't think so." "I'm not a fan of the Coalition, as it is." "He's only here because Lloyd George thinks an election's coming." "Well, I doubt he has long, poor dear." "But, I don't think you're being fair to Mr Ward." "Let's go." "What do you say?" "I'd say you better be nice to me, or I'll tell old Lady Grantham you called Lloyd George "poor dear."" "Well, they've pieced together a little more." "He arrived in Munich and signed into his hotel." "Then, that evening, he went out and never came back." "But, it doesn't make any sense." "What was his reason for being there?" "To see the castles of King Ludwig." "But darling, surely if he was attacked or set upon, they would have found him long ago?" "Oh, my dearest one, come here." "I don't ask you not to worry, only not quite to give up hope." "Of course you must go up to London." "It would do you good." "Mama, can I ask you something?" "You don't think I'm bad, do you?" "You can be a bit sharp-tongued every now and then!" "But, bad?" "No." "Sometimes I have bad feelings." "We all have bad feelings." "It's ACTING on them that makes you bad." "I've had a letter from Alfred." "What's he got to say for himself?" "He's doing well." "Some French chap with a name I can't pronounce, seems to have taken a shine to him." "I don't think we need praise from the French quite yet." "Does he mention us?" "Er, his father's ill so he's coming up to visit." "He hopes to look in on his way home to see us all." "Really?" "Why should you care?" "She thinks it'd be nice to see him, Daisy, and so it would be." "Rose?" "What is it?" "I saw Edith on the stairs." "She says she's going to London tomorrow." "So, I wondered if I could go, too." "Rose, in a few months you'll have been presented, you'll be out." "Everything will be possible." "You said most girls of my age would already be presented." "Why do you want to go?" "Just to see some old friends you'd approve of madly." "Edith's so worried about Mr Gregson." "Maybe I could cheer her up." "Cousin Robert did leave me in charge of fun!" "Why is he always so superior?" "He's frustrated by all the families who are giving in." "The axe falls and they do nothing to fight back." "But if they can't afford to go on?" "They could if they'd take a new approach to their inheritance, instead of watching it being carted away in boxes to be sold." "He can't think we're doing that." "Well, no." "But, he doubts you'd fight if it came to it." "Hmm." "He says you're aloof." "Aloof?" "Well, I hope you've stuck up for me." "Of course I did, but, well..." "Go on." "Charles thinks I'm blind where you're concerned." "We should go in." "Has anyone told Mr Carson that tea's ready?" "There was a telegram earlier." "He took it up to her ladyship." "That means they've got the boat." "What a bonus for Mr Barrow." "A trip to America out of the blue." "Huh!" "I wouldn't fancy it, all steaks and ketchup and 'hail fellow, well met'." "What do you know about it?" "I go to the pictures too, you know!" "His lordship has secured passage on the Cameronia." "They sail tomorrow and they'll be in New York on Monday." "It's hard to credit, isn't it?" "I've robbed you of such a chance." "You've robbed me of nothing I wouldn't gladly give." "What did Mr Barrow mean about expecting a report?" "Something and nothing." "Are you still awake?" "I was on my way to bed and something told me to put on my coat and walk over and check on you." "I hope you don't..." "How long have you been like this?" "I really don't feel well at all." "Right." "I'm going now to fetch Doctor Clarkson..." "No, it's too late." "It's too late!" "I'll be back as soon as I can." "No fuss." "Please." "Try and drink." "I'll send your maid up with some tea and some more water." "How was dinner?" "Uphill." "I'm so bored with Mr Blake's cold shoulder." "He hasn't warmed up, then?" "According to Mr Napier, he finds me aloof." "I'm not aloof, am I?" "Do you want me to answer truthfully or like a lady's maid?" "Let's move on." "I heard you persuaded his lordship to let Mr Bates stay here and I'm so very grateful." "Then, you know Mrs Hughes asked me to intervene... ..and told me why." "Yes." "So she said." "We still can't find out who he was?" "No." "He was a stranger, a..." "I don't know, a robber, but after..." "Afterwards, he just ran off." "But, if you described him?" "And ought you to see Doctor Clarkson, just to make sure?" "M'lady, I..." "I don't mind your knowing." "In fact, I'm glad in a way that there's honesty between us again but, but I can't talk about it." "Even to me?" "Because I want to help." "You've helped me, God knows, in the past, and now I want to help you." "I can't talk about it, m'lady." "Not even to you." "That's it." "I should be in bed." "Before you go, I'm worried about Alfred coming back quite so soon." "I thought you liked the lad?" "Oh, I do." "Very much." "But, we've had such trouble with Ivy and Daisy." "MRS HUGHES:" "We don't want it stirred up again." "Can we put him off, just this once?" "I don't think I've got his parents' address, if I ever had it." "It's a shame." "We're to end by mithering again." "Oh!" "She was a bit ill this morning, but I thought it was just influenza." "This was never 'flu." "It looks like bronchitis." "But there is a lot of 'flu about and my nurses are run off their feet." "I won't be able to spare..." "I can do whatever needs to be done." "She'll need proper supervision, otherwise there's a real danger it could turn into pneumonia." "We'll have to hire someone..." "No." "I can manage." "There'll be no let up." "I know." "What's the treatment?" "Inhalants, really." "I'll bring some in the morning." "The main thing is to keep her temperature down and to stop pneumonia taking hold." "Morning, Ivy." "Oh, come on!" "I only asked what a million men would ask." "And I only answered what a million women would answer." "He's coming this tea time!" "I'll meet him off the train, give him a drink and send him on his way." "It'll be too late to send him on his way if he gets here after five!" "Then I'll have to bite the bullet and put him up at the pub." "Won't he find that peculiar?" "I don't think so." "I'll tell him we're all very busy." "Say there's 'flu in the house and he mustn't miss out on his course." "You're quite a plotter when you want to be, aren't you?" "It's a skill all women must learn." "But are you certain?" "There must be something we can do." "There isn't." "I can manage easily with help from the servants." "We just have to stop it turning into pneumonia." "That's the real danger." "It seems rather unfair to saddle you with it all." "Why should you do it and not us?" "Because I'm a trained nurse." "Why is the food so disgusting, suddenly?" "She doesn't know what she's saying." "I wouldn't be too sure." "Everything she puts into my mouth is absolutely disgusting." "Perhaps we'd better get out of your way." "That's all I ask." "I'll ring up if there's any change." "I'm disappointed, Mr Carson." "You don't want the 'flu." "You can't risk missing any more of the course when you started late." "That's true..." "I've booked you a room at the pub." "And it's on the house." "You didn't need to do that." "I think I did." "You've missed the last train." "You're very kind, Mr Carson." "We'll have a drink first." "You and me, man to man." "And then, I'll leave you to it." "Why did Alfred change his plans?" "Mrs Hughes won't know, will she?" "That's rather disappointing." "What have you got to be disappointed about?" "It'd be nice to see him." "I don't know why." "Why not?" "I'll tell you." "Because you made his life a misery with your unkindness and your cold and vicious heart." "Steady on, Daisy." "I don't think Ivy's quite deserved this." "Well, we know one thing...." "You were right to put him off!" "Tonight there can be no let up." "You mustn't sleep, you must not let her temperature get higher." "I want another nurse!" "I insist!" "This, this one talks too much!" "She's like a drunken vicar!" "The family took me in and kept me close when my link with them had gone." "I owe them a great deal." "If you insist." "I'll look in later." "Ring at the slightest change." "Well, the pigs have arrived." "Oh, I'd have come, if I'd known." "They said you'd gone to your grandmother's." "It all went off smoothly." "We can see them tomorrow." "Did you get the message about the tickets for the talk in Ripon?" "I did." "Why can't she come?" "Because Mama's ill and Isobel is nursing her." "What's the thing in Ripon?" "A Liberal MP is speaking." "I don't think I'll bother." "Just because we're not political, you mustn't be put off." "You won't come with me, then?" "I'd rather go to the stake." "But what sort of errands?" "Oh, you know." "This and that." "Seeing friends, buying clothes, errands." "I hope Sir John Bullock isn't one of your "errands"." "He is not!" "Oh, let her go, Aunt Rosamund." "All right, but you'll be back in time for dinner." "I'm sure I will." "You're a darling." "Taxi!" ""I'm sure I will." What does that mean?" "I don't know why Mama let her come." "Darling, please tell me what's the matter." "You seem so preoccupee lately." "What do you mean you'll be 'out' tomorrow night?" "I'll be away, but I don't want Mama to know." "It's not very difficult." "It is difficult for me." "To be put in a position of falsehood where your parents are concerned." "You said yourself I'm a grown woman and you're not a spy." "The last time you did this you were with your Mr Gregson, weren't you?" "So it can't be a repetition." "Oh, my dear." "My dear..." "I'm so pleased to see you." "I keep thinking you'll forget about me." "Rose!" "I won't forget you." "Ever." "But..." "But, what?" "Rose, I like you very much..." "But?" "What can we hope to come out of this?" "Can't we just be in the moment?" "I don't know many men like you and you don't know many girls like me." "Ain't that the truth?" "Then let's enjoy it!" "You know what the French say?" "Vive le difference!" "Do you think Lord Grantham will enjoy the 'difference'?" "Or Lady Mary?" "You're not scared of them, are you?" "No." "Good." "Then you'll take me to the club tonight." "But first..." "Kiss me." "Or don't you want to?" "Oh, I want to." "Don't you worry about that." "I'm not even sure which frightens me most..." "What may have happened to Michael or... the baby." "Erm..." "What do you propose to do?" "It's... ..hard to say the words but..." "I've decided to get rid of it." "How terrible it is to hear that." "Please don't pretend you won't be relieved when I do." "You're not being fair." "I will support you whatever you decide, just as Cora will and Robert." "That sounds like a speech from The Second Mrs Tanqueray." "But, you don't mean a word of it." "I do." "So, I'd be welcome in your drawing room, would I?" ""Have you met my niece and her charming bastard?"" "I refuse to be shocked!" "But, what will you say when Mr Gregson walks through the door, with a full explanation for his silence?" "Nothing." "I pray he is alive, but, if he is, I won't say a thing." "And you will marry him?" "If he still wants me to." "So, your whole life will be based on a lie?" "Have you thought about that?" "I am killing the wanted child of a man I'm in love with and you ask me if I've thought about it?" "I assume you'll be away for the night because you have booked into some..." "..some place where they will do this?" "How did you find it?" "There was a magazine in the ladies' waiting room at King's Cross." "You do realise it is quite illegal?" "Of course." "And dangerous!" "What will I say to your parents if it goes wrong?" "You'll think of something." "Very well." "If you've made up your mind... ..I shall come with you." "He telephoned earlier, and Tom's gone off to a political meeting, so I'm afraid it's just us." "Don't be afraid." "But, we are afraid!" "How can brainless dullards like us ever hope to entertain Mr Blake?" "Mary?" "!" "That sounded a little rude." "I can take it." "Did the pigs arrive?" "Absolutely." "Although un-witnessed by me." "I'll go with Tom tomorrow." "Well, I'm curious to see them and I'll be out all day." "Why don't we walk down after dinner?" "Lady Grantham?" "You two go." "I'll take it on trust." "Well, it's a nice evening." "What about it?" "Well, it's quite a long walk, but I don't mind, if you really want to." "Is this seat taken?" "I was keeping it for a friend." "Good evening ladies and gentlemen." "I'm John Ward." "In a while I'll ask for questions so please remember what made you indignant when you last read a newspaper." "Are you trying to attract my attention ahead of the rest, madam?" "I just wanted him to take this chair." "Do you know this gentleman?" "No." "You just wanted to sit next to him?" "Er no, it was because he asked." "He asked to sit next to you?" "Ladies and gentlemen, we've been made privy to a very romantic story." "Why don't I sit down?" "Of course, the question uppermost in all of your minds is, why the split between Mr Asquith and Mr Lloyd George?" "Because a divided party spells electoral defeat." "Well, can I say this?" "It doesn't have to." "He's wrong there." "Since 1910...." "But you support them?" "Not really." "I'm a Socialist." "Or I was." "And in 1915..." "What happened to your friend?" "I don't know." "It just seemed silly to keep the chair empty." "I'm glad." "Sssh!" "Of course, history teaches us that in 1910..." "The idea is to learn from these, then, if it's going well, expand." "And you have a good pig man?" "He comes highly recommended." "Well, that's important because..." "What is it?" "What is it?" "What's happening?" "This one's almost dead." "Why?" "It looks dehydrated." "It's had no water." "Isn't there a water trough?" "They've kicked it over." "How could this have happened?" "All too easily." "Should I fetch the pig man?" "I could run back to the house?" "If only we'd brought a car!" "There's no time." "Where's the nearest clean water?" "There's a water pipe, in the barn." "Should we drive the animals to it?" "When they've had no water this long you must give it to them gradually." "Wait a moment." "Oh!" "I'm sorry about that earlier." "You can't blame him for having a bit of fun." "There won't be much fun for them after the election." "What do you care, if you're a Socialist?" "I'm not sure what I am, except a man in search of a better world." "Why did you leave Ireland?" "Sometimes I ask myself that." "Will you go back?" "No." "Why not?" "It's a long story." "I'd better go." "Thanks for the seat." "Goodnight." "Does no-one care whether I live or die?" "There, there." "This will make you feel better." "Hmm?" "Compared to what?" "Oh!" "I'm fine." "I'm fine!" "Suit yourself." "I'm off." "Erm..." "Well done, for containing the Downton heart-breaker." "Everyone's gone to bed, but Lady Mary's still out with Mr Blake." "What should I do about locking up?" "I wonder what's taking the time." "Nothing." "Well, nothing like that." "I should leave the front door open with the key in the lock." "They can turn it when they come in." "You're not frightened of burglars?" "Mr Carson, this is England." "Hmph." "Are they going to be all right?" "I think so." "I'll watch them for another hour and give them one more drink." "But you, you should go." "I'm not going!" "They're my pigs." "Oh." "Here, take my coat." "At least it's dry." "Not quite the evening we planned." "Oh." "What do I look like?" "You belong in Country Life." ""Lady Mary Crawley,"" ""seen here to advantage relaxing at the family seat in Yorkshire."" "Ha, ha." "Oh!" "Where have you been?" "Having such a dreamy time." "Is she furious that I missed dinner?" "Why can't you just fit in for once?" "Shall I go and make my peace." "Good night, Rose." "Who'd have thought it?" "I can scramble eggs, but that's about it." "I suspect Carson had plans for this, but too bad." "I don't deserve such attention." "You certainly do." "You've completely saved our bacon." "Literally!" "So, you're a practical farmer, as well as a theoretician." "Not sure I was expecting that." "I didn't expect to see you as a cook and a water carrier." "A night of discovery." "Good discoveries." "For me, anyway." "I love how they've all gone to bed, without the slightest concern about us." "What did they think we were doing?" "We went for a walk and vanished." "Who knows what they thought?" "I'm ever so sorry, m'lady." "Please, don't apologise..." "Ivy, m'lady." "Ivy." "Well, if you're getting up, it's time for us to go to bed." "Would you please tell Anna I'll ring when I'm awake?" "Good night." "Good night." "Thank you." "Ma'am." "It's right." "This is it." "It doesn't look very right." "It should say Thompson on the bell." "Well, here goes." "If you'll wait, the doctor will be with you very soon." "As long as he is a doctor." "You don't have to stay." "Of course I do." "Would you like a glass of water?" "No, thank you." "It's not that I don't love him, you know." "I do love him... ..and I would have loved his baby." "But, I just... ..can't see over the top of this." "No." "I don't want to be an outcast." "I don't want to be some funny woman living in Maida Vale people never talk about." "Sybil might have brought it off, but not me." "Oh no, I see that." "But, you think I'm terribly selfish." "Please don't put words into my mouth." "I don't know what I think, except that I wish it were over." "I can't go back to the nursery." "Not with Mary's son and Sybil's daughter waiting there." "I can't do that." "I won't be able to do that." "Not for a while." "Not for ever, I don't think." "The doctor's just..." "I'm afraid this is a mistake." "There's no reason..." "I'm sorry to waste your time but..." "This is a mistake." "It seems it was a mistake." "Then un-arrange them." "Why should I?" "Because I'm telling you to." "Just do it, dear." "Are you going to tell Cora?" "I suppose I must do, at some stage." "If you want me to be there, let me know." "I'm certain there's a way forward." "Certain of it." "Well, the decision's been made now." "You've heard about our adventures?" "I'm very impressed." "There you are!" "I'm afraid I slept late." "Have you remembered Tony Gillingham's coming tonight?" "What?" "Why?" "He's driving up to fish the Spey." "He asked if he could stay the night." "I'm sure I told you." "Did he used to be Tony Foyle?" "That's right." "Why?" "We served together in the war on the Iron Duke with Jellicoe." "Were you at Jutland?" "We were." "Well, you'll see him again tonight." "I tried to put him off, but he didn't seem to want to be put off." "Don't worry." "It's perfectly fine." "I gather you were the heroine of the pig drama." "So, I'm not aloof now?" "Not a bit." "Mucking in with the best of them." "Only trouble for me is..." "I'm afraid it's increased the competition." "Hello, Daisy." "Hello, Ivy." "We thought you weren't coming." "Mr Carson warned me about the 'flu." "What 'flu?" "Mrs Patmore and I both think we're coming down with the 'flu, don't we?" "We do, indeed, and we're wanting to spare Alfred from it if we could." "You look well enough to me." "Looks can be deceptive." "We're so pleased to see you." "Aren't we?" "Daisy?" "Jimmy?" "We've missed you." "I don't know about that." "Have you really missed me, Ivy?" "Oh, I have." "The place isn't the same without you, is it, Daisy?" "If I thought you meant that, I'm not sure I could go." "Which makes it sadder you have to." "You're right." "I can't stay long." "I've got to get back to London." "I should have come last night." "Mr Carson was being over careful." "Yes, I'm sure that's what it was." "Alfred?" "What are you doing here?" "He, he thought he'd look in, before he catches the train." "We've warned him about our 'flu!" "So, we got all the trouble and a bill to pay at the pub to pay, too!" "Oh, go on with you." "I'm sure you don't grudge him a decent dinner." "But I do grudge him the tears and heartbreak that'll flavour my puddings for weeks to come!" "Well, you've given me summat to think about, Ivy, and I will." "That's such good news, if you really are hungry." "Well, I'm, I'm not ravenous, but I wouldn't mind a piece of toast." "I'll ask straight away." "Can't you ring...?" "Well, really, really." "Doctor Clarkson, when you go, would you please take that mad woman with you?" "That mad woman has refused to leave your side for the last two days and two nights and she has not slept nor eaten since you were taken ill." "But, there were nurses here?" "I remember a nurse wiping my brow." "She was that nurse, Lady Grantham." "But, what about Cora and Mary?" "They offered, but Mrs Crawley felt she had more knowledge than they." "I suppose that has a ring of truth." "I've asked them to bring up some toast and tea." "Now Lady Grantham's a little better, it's time you had a break." "I might go home and have a bath." "Shall I come back later?" "Oh yes..." "Yes, dear." "That would be very kind." "Good." "I can stay all evening." "Perhaps we can play cards." "Oh..." "You will be rewarded in Heaven." "The sooner the better." "I think this is the right place." "Well, if it isn't Mr Gillingham!" "Welcome back!" "Pull up a chair and sit down." "I suppose you've come to shake us up again." "Will there be any more Racing Demon this time?" "Depends if you're up to it, but I expect you've all got things to do." "Miss Baxter, I wondered if you..." "If I could what?" "If you could let me have some white thread." "I seem to have run out." "Of course." "Go on then." "What've you been up to since we saw you last?" "Having fun and games at other people's expense?" "I'd better not tell you too much." "I don't want to shock the ladies." "I hope you don't mind my turning up again." "It's the perfect stopping point between London and Inverness." "I don't mind at all." "How are you?" "Well, missing you, mainly." "Sounds to me as if the needle's got stuck." "How's Mabel?" "I gather Charles Blake's here." "Of course, you served together." "We don't really know him, but he and Evelyn Napier are writing a report for the Government." "He'll be up here for a few weeks." "Lucky devil." "Don't get to like him better than me." "No chance of that." "They're out all day, and even in the evenings we've hardly spoken until yesterday." "Erm, what happened yesterday?" "Some pigs arrived and of course, as usual, Mr Blake was..." "Anyway, what does it matter?" "Hello, Charles." "It's good to see you again." "This is nice." "What task brings you to Yorkshire?" "Nothing as meaningful as yours." "What report are you working on?" "Current health of the landed estate." "My usual stamping ground." "So, did you get everything done?" "Why do you ask?" "No reason." "By the time we got back, we looked as if we'd been wrestling in mud." "And had you?" "No!" "But then, it's always nice to leave something for another time." "So, what are the chances for Downton?" "I'd say they look bright." "Lady Mary and the family mean to give it everything they've got." "If Mary means to give it everything she's got, then that is a very considerable gift." "I couldn't agree more." "Dinner everyone." "They said you were in here." "What can I do for you, Mrs Hughes?" "Nothing." "You can do nothing for me." "Because I know who you are and I know what you've done." "And while you're here, if you value your life," "I should stop playing the joker and keep to the shadows." "I'm afraid we were a bit drunk that night, Anna and I, so you're right, we were both to blame." "No, Mr Green." "YOU were to blame and ONLY you." "Does Mr Bates know?" "Not that it was you." "Thank you." "Don't you dare thank me!" "I've not kept silent for your sake." "I think it's Gin." "Oh, so it is." "I'd forgotten what a good game this is." "Yes." "I'd forgotten." "How long does it go on for?" "Oh, ages!" "Oh, goody, goody." "Oh, dear." "Alfred's relit the taper." "Well, to be young is to have your heart broken, in the kitchens at Downton, like everywhere else." "I've spent half the day brushing the mud out of his dinner jacket." "Why can't he have his own valet instead of making work for me?" "Anna?" "Sorry." "Yes." "What were you saying?" "Mr Blake's evening shoes were quite a challenge, I can tell you." "I wasn't working here then." "It's a pity." "I admire Nellie Melba." "I'd have loved to hear her sing." "You must be joking." "Why?" "I thought she had a beautiful voice." "Screaming and screeching, as if her finger was caught in the door?" "I couldn't take it for one more moment." "So, what did you do?" "Well, I came down here for a bit of peace and quiet, that's what." "Is that more of the cauliflower cheese?"