Episode 4

♪ ♪ Last June saw Emily Davison crushed to death beneath the hooves of the king's horse!

Will the summer of 1914 prove as fatal for the hopes of women?

It cannot!

(men heckling) (crowd jeering and shouting) When women... are thrown out... Are you all right, m'lady?

Isn't it exciting?

...is an act of mercy.

I disagree!

Women must get the vote, mustn't they, Branson?

Why does the prime minister resist the inevitable?

Politicians can't often recognize the changes that are inevitable.

I hope you do go into politics.

It's a fine ambition.

Ambition or dream?

Spoken like a true politician.

(chuckling) What do I look like?

Could you sneak me round the back?

I should hate for Papa to see me like this.

Oh!

Excuse me, m'lady.

William, will you find Anna and tell her I've gone upstairs?

Very good, m'lady.

Oh, sorry.

(tea splashes) You clumsy clodhopper!

Sorry.

You will be sorry when I've finished you!

Look at this!

Leave him alone.

Anna, Lady Sybil's back from Ripon.

She's gone up to her room.

Thank you.

O'BRIEN: Why does she waste her precious time on politics?

Hear, hear.

Oh, don't you believe in rights for women, Thomas?

What's it to you?

Well, I know you don't believe in rights of property.

I think some people might find that interesting.

Who's going to tell them?

You?

Any more news of the by-election?

Mr. Crawley was here earlier.

He said his mother had gone to the Liberal rally in Ripon.

I heard it was quite lively.

I dare say the Townies will make the usual stink when the Tory candidate's returned.

I'm not sure.

I heard the Liberal was given a hard time today.

Mr. Branson said it was getting out of hand when they left.

Typical Branson to be there.

I hope he squared it with Carson.

Who went with him?

Er...

I'm not sure anyone went with him, m'lord.

You just said "they."

Who was with him?

I'd rather not say.

Bates, who was with him?

Lady Sybil.

Lady Sybil?

Why?

I should never have mentioned it, my lord.

I thought you knew.

No, I did not know.

I gather you went to hear the Liberal candidate today?

There were several speakers actually.

He was the last.

Did he speak well?

I thought so.

ROBERT: But there was quite a brouhaha.

You know what these things can be like.

I do.

(bangs down fork) Which is why I am astonished you should not feel it necessary to ask my permission to attend!

ROBERT: I assume this was Branson's scheme.

No... ROBERT: I confess I was amused at the idea of an Irish radical for a chauffeur, but I see now I have been naïve.

CORA: I told Branson to take Sybil.

What are you saying?!

Sybil needed to go to Ripon.

I asked Branson to drive her.

I thought it would be sensible, in case there was trouble.

I want to do some canvassing.

The by-election isn't far off.

Canvassing?

Oh, it's quite safe.

You're in a group and you knock on doors.

Yes, I know what canvassing is.

I think that Sybil is... What?

Are you canvassing, too?

Or would you rather take in washing?

I was only going to say that Sybil is entitled to her opinions.

No, she isn't until she is married.

Then her husband will tell her what her opinions are.

Oh, Granny!

I knew you wouldn't approve.

Which presumably is why you all hid your plans from me.

Her Ladyship will have a smacked bottom if she's not careful.

CARSON: Hurry up.

I don't want anything else to go wrong tonight.

Where's the sauce?

Doesn't this have Hollandaise?

I'll get it.

I won't be a jiffy.

Would you do that for me?

I'd do anything for you.

Does this mean you won't be presented next month?

Certainly not.

Why should it?

VIOLET: Well, I doubt I'd expect to curtsey to Their Majesties in June, when I'd been arrested at a riot in May, but then I'm old.

Things may be different now.

She hasn't been arrested and it wasn't a riot.

But it might be next time.

There will not be a next time.

(sighs) Her Ladyship's not best pleased at being told off in public.

William said she was looking daggers.

I'm sorry I started all this.

BRANSON: Ah, it's not your fault.

Anyway, he ought to be glad he's got a daughter who cares.

Her Ladyship's ready to leave.

I'll bring the car round.

Are you pleased with yourself?

Silly chump.

He's nervous.

He thinks I'm planning to tell Mr. Carson about the wine.

Well, he shouldn't have stolen it then, should he?

No.

But I don't want anyone to lose their job because of me.

Your Ladyship, do you have a moment?

Of course.

I have received a letter, m'lady, from a friend of mine.

He's valet to the Marquess of Flintshire.

I don't envy him.

Lord Flintshire is a minister at the Foreign Office.

As you know, Lady Flintshire is His Lordship's cousin.

Of course, of course.

The point is, he has dealings with the Turkish ambassador.

It seems His Excellency has made him privy to a scurrilous story concerning Lady Mary and the late... Mr. Pamuk.

May I read this letter?

Is there anything you want me to do about it?

No, thank you.

Sometimes even to deny these things is only to throw paraffin onto the flames.

I did try to inform His Lordship... What?

But I couldn't seem to find the right moment.

Quite right.

Please leave His Lordship to me.

The only sure way to get rid of a servant is to have him or her suspected of stealing.

Aren't you forgetting we've tried that and it didn't work?

What we need to do is to make him a suspect when something's really been stolen.

How do we know anything's been stolen?

Because you stole it, you noodle.

Oh, you mean the wine.

Yeah, the wine.

But that's the whole point; Bates knows I took it.

He was threatening to tell Mr. Carson.

Well, he can't, can he?

Not if we get in first.

I think I owe you an apology, after the way I spoke at dinner.

Next time you want to treat me like a naughty schoolgirl, you might do it in private, not in front of the servants.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Of course it gave your mother her best evening since Christmas.

Even so, we must try to keep control of Sybil.

Robert, believe me, Sybil is not your problem.

We've got to support Mary this year.

When we get to London.

But it's Sybil's first Season.

We can't have Mary stealing her thunder.

Sybil will do well enough.

It's time Mary was settled.

High time.

Poor old Edith.

We never seem to talk about her.

I'm afraid Edith will be the one to care for us in our old age.

What a ghastly prospect.

Are you telling me you saw him take the cellar key?

Not exactly, but I saw him in here, and I thought the key was swinging on its hook.

I just wondered if you'd noticed if any of the wine was missing.

Mama?

Anna said you wanted me.

Look who's paid us a visit.

MARY: Sir Anthony!

How nice.

We all thought we'd driven you away with that horrible salty pudding.

(laughing): No, indeed.

But I have been away.

He's been in Austria and Germany.

How interesting.

Interesting... and worrying.

Sir Anthony is here to show you his new car.

Oh...

I've rather taken to driving myself and I have to keep finding destinations to justify it.

What kind of car is it?

It's an open Rolls Royce, and I wondered if you might like a spin in it.

Oh, how kind.

But alas, not today.

I've had Diamond saddled and he's waiting for me.

You could ride this afternoon.

But it's arranged now.

But thank you, Sir Anthony.

Do ask me again.

I... don't suppose you'd take me?

Of course.

I should be delighted.

What is it that I am accused of?

Oh, nobody is "accusing" you of anything, but there has been a suggestion that you were handling the cellar key, and before I take it any further, I want to find if there's a simple explanation.

Because some wine is missing.

How do you know that?

My late wife used to say that Kaiser Bill loved uniforms and medals but he never really connected them with fighting.

(both laugh lightly) What was she like?

Maud?

Oh, she was awfully funny.

Some people couldn't see it, but she was.

I've seen Mr. Bates with a bottle from time to time.

I must have thought he was helping you.

Why would I order a valet to help with the wine?

Well, when you put it like that, of course you wouldn't.

Daisy?

Thomas says you have something to add to this.

Well... You are not in any trouble or any danger of trouble.

You remember what you saw.

I may have seen him coming out of the cellar.

May?

Did you or didn't you?

It's very hard for the girl, Mr. Carson.

You're frightening her.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You may go.

Papa... Can Branson drive me into Ripon on Friday evening?

I don't think so, no.

Not after the last time.

Oh, please.

There's a meeting of my borstal charity.

I've missed two, and I simply must be there.

You'd have to take Mary or Edith with you.

Don't make me.

Those meetings are deadly at the best of times, and you know what they're like when they're bored.

Why are all your causes so steeped in gloom?

Because it's the gloomy things that need our help.

If everything in the garden's sunny, why meddle?

Well, I agree with that.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm in search of your father.

Carson thought he was outside.

He's in the library.

Oh.

What is it?

Nothing much.

I've had an inquiry about one of the farms.

Oh.

So, what's new at the big house?

Sybil, mainly.

She's discovered politics, which of course makes Papa see red.

I admire Sybil's passion, though.

Of course.

But then I like a good argument.

Papa does not.

If you really like an argument...

Yes?

We should see more of each other.

So it's all right?

I can go?

(dog whining softly) Will you be late?

I think I'll miss dinner.

Well, remember to tell Branson to take a sandwich for himself.

CORA: But who's it from?

VIOLET: Susan Flintshire.

Start there.

"I am sorry..." "I am sorry to have to tell you that Hugh has heard a vile story about your granddaughter Mary..." Sorry?

She's thrilled.

Now, first I must ask-- and I want you to think carefully before you answer-- is any of this true?

I see.

Some of it is true?

How much?

Oh, dear.

She didn't drag him.

I wondered about that.

I mean, obviously Susan's forgotten the distance between the girls' rooms and the bachelors' corridor.

She couldn't manage it alone.

So how did she do it?

I helped her.

She woke me up and I helped her.

Does Robert know?

No, and he isn't going to.

Oh... Of course it was terribly wrong.

It was all terribly wrong, but I didn't see what else...

Please!

I can't listen to your attempts to try and justify yourself.

I know this is hard for you to hear.

God knows it was hard for me to live through.

But if you expect me to disown my daughter, I'm afraid you will be disappointed.

I know you're upset.

Can't you just explain about Thomas?

Not now.

It would sound like a false accusation.

You can't take it lying down, because you're not guilty of any wrong, and before it's over, I'm going to tell the world.

Are you?

I'm not sure the world is listening.

I thought I'd make a last hot poultice for Diamond.

It'll give him a better night.

You big softie.

What'll Mr. Lynch say?

Well, he doesn't mind.

He says I've got the touch.

He thinks I should pack this in and be a groom.

Why don't you?

My mum.

She was so excited when I came here.

They're proud of me, and I'd hate to spoil that.

Do you miss them?

I never had that in my childhood.

Someone you could always trust.

I trust them, they trust me.

There are no lies in our house.

Thanks.

That's enough.

BRANSON: Where to from here, m'lady?

SYBIL: What do you mean?

We've arrived.

The meeting's in one of these buildings here?

This is the meeting.

We're here for the counting of the votes.

I don't understand.

I thought that... Don't be silly, Branson.

You didn't think I'd miss my very first by-election?

(horn honks) I don't think His Lordship would approve.

Let me worry about him.

I have to park the car.

Don't move.

Stay where you are!

Really, Branson, I thought I gave the orders.

(horn honks) ROBERT: Well, I said to... Sir Anthony Strallan.

Sir Anthony?

Don't worry, Lady Grantham.

I haven't got the date wrong.

You see, the thing is, I've got two tickets for a concert in York next Friday.

How nice.

Although I can't... No, I was hoping that Lady Edith might like to accompany me.

But I'd love to.

ROBERT: Shouldn't you ask what sort of concert it is?

Just Hungry Hundreds stuff mostly, you know.

Bellini, Puccini, Rossini.

I'm not up to anything complicated.

I'd like that very much.

Excellent.

Well, it's quite a hike, so I'll pick you up around 6:00.

Lady Jervas has asked us for a bite to eat afterwards, if that's all right with your mother?

By all means.

Well, I must run.

I hope I haven't spoilt your dinner.

We may have to hire a nurse after all.

MRS. PATMORE: Oh, for heaven's sake, hold it steady if you don't want to start again from the beginning.

I was just thinking.

Ooh, blimey, batten down the hatches.

I think I've let myself down.

It can't be a new sensation.

(crowd clamoring) MAN: 5,894 votes!

I hereby declare that the... Come on, out you get, lads!

We'll soon wipe the smile off their Tory bloody faces.

(man reading vote counts) SPEAKER: ...is duly elected to serve as Member of Parliament.

Sybil!

What on earth are you doing here?

I couldn't miss this.

Couldn't you?

I could.

BRANDON: I don't like the look of this, m'lady.

Look, look, I'm on your side.

Don't cause any trouble; you have to believe me.

What's your problem then, Mr. La-di-da?

My problem is you.

Oh-aye.

(bottle shatters) Oh, no.

Oh, please God, no.

This way.

I've fetched a coat.

Why?

What do I need a coat for?

I've called to fetch you, m'lady.

We've taken Lady Sybil to Crawley House in the village.

What's happened?

I took her to Ripon for the count.

She got injured in a fight.

Take me there at once.

MARY: My God.

Oh, my darling...

I didn't know what to do, so I had Branson bring her here.

Quite right.

Mama would have fainted if she'd seen her like this.

As for Papa...

This will sting a bit, but it's stopped bleeding.

Did you know she was planning this?

Of course not.

Well, what were you doing there?

I was working late.

I'd forgotten it was election night or I wouldn't have stayed.

I'm so grateful you did.

I could ring Branson's neck.

MATTHEW: What was he thinking?

I'm afraid it'll cost him his job.

No, I told him he was taking me to a committee meeting.

When he realized what it was, he wanted to come straight back.

You'll have to stick up for him, because Papa will skin him alive.

Are you feeling strong enough to go home?

I think so, if you'll take me.

MARY: Here, wear my coat to cover the blood.

You'll look more normal.

Lean on me.

Mr. Carson, have you got a minute?

What is it, Daisy?

Mr. Carson's a very busy man.

I know he is, but I think he'll want to hear this.

I told you something that wasn't true.

Why would you do that?

I did it as a favor for a friend, but I know now he was wrong to ask it of me.

She's not badly hurt, is she?

I don't think so, no.

Thank God.

Better be prepared.

I'm afraid Lord Grantham will hit the roof.

I never would have taken her there.

I may be a Socialist, but I'm not a lunatic.

I'm not sure Papa knows the difference.

You'll let me know how she gets on?

Please.

If you wish.

How dare you?!

How dare you disobey me in this way?!

Robert, I'm sure... Are you so knowledgeable about the great world (shouting): that my instructions are to be set as nothing?

Of course I blame Branson.

I don't think that's fair.

We had none of this-- none of it-- until he set foot in our house!

I suppose I should give thanks he hasn't burnt the place down over our heads!

Branson didn't know anything about it until we arrived there.

He leaves tonight.

SYBIL: If you punish Branson, I'll never speak to you again-- never!

MARY: I don't believe this is Branson's fault.

Truly, Papa.

Blame me.

I do blame you!

CORA: Robert, can we do this in the morning?

Sybil needs rest.

If I find tomorrow that Branson is missing, I'll run away.

I warn you.

(scoffs) Oh?

And where would you go?

Well, I can't think now, but I will go, and you'll be sorry.

I should be sorry.

Very sorry indeed.

How is she?

MARY: She'll be perfectly fine.

I gather you're the shining knight in all this.

Not really, but I'm glad I was there.

So am I, by heaven.

If it had been left to that bloody fool, Branson.

There are sandwiches for Mr. Crawley in the dining room, Lady Mary.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

We couldn't let you starve.

You really didn't have to.

ROBERT: Mary, look after Matthew.

I'll go up and revive your mother.

Do you stand by your story?

I don't have a story.

You saw Mr. Bates in here alone, hanging up the cellar key.

To me, that is a story.

I only said I might have seen him.

Suppose I was wrong?

And Miss O'Brien, were you then wrong when you thought you saw Mr. Bates carrying a bottle?

You wicked creature.

Anna!

You are here to watch, not to participate.

I don't think I was wrong, no.

What do you say to that, Mr. Bates?

I know this to be untrue because I have no need of it.

Since I arrived at Downton, you have never seen me drink one drop of alcohol.

Let us say, then, that Miss O'Brien was... mistaken.

Mistaken, my eye.

And Daisy, we all know the value of your contribution.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

But I must ask one thing, Mr. Bates.

How did you know the wine had been taken?

I'm afraid I cannot answer that.

We can drink to Sybil's safe return.

Why not?

I'll ring for a glass.

Never mind that.

Here.

You're not very fastidious about doing things properly, are you?

Are you?

Less than you might think.

If I might keep you for a minute more, Mr. Carson?

If you'd like me to leave?

No, I would like you to stay, please, Mrs. Hughes.

And you, Anna.

You have decided not to take action over the allegations Thomas has made against me because you believe them to be untrue.

That is correct.

And you are right; there is no truth in them.

But if you were to proceed with the matter, you would find them to be proven.

Thomas has tried to convince you that I am a drunkard and a thief.

Which we never believed.

Because you know no different.

Until a couple of years ago, I was a drunkard, and I was imprisoned as a thief.

I have repaid your kindness very poorly.

I masqueraded as a man of honor and integrity, but by any moral code, I am disgraced.

That can't be the whole story.

Perhaps not, but it's enough of it to demand my resignation.

Do you want to leave, Mr. Bates?

No, but I feel I have no choice.

You owe me a say in the matter, surely?

If you wish.

Then I will consider the case and give you my decision when I have discussed it with His Lordship.

Until then, I hope you will remain in your post.

Thank you for coming to Sybil's rescue.

You were very brave.

She told me you knocked a man down.

I hope I did my duty.

Are you a creature of duty?

Not entirely.

When you laugh with me or flirt with me, is that a duty?

Are you conforming to the fitness of things?

Doing what's expected?

Don't play with me.

I don't deserve it.

Not from you.

You must be careful not to break Sybil's heart.

I think she has a crush on you.

That's something no one could accuse you of.

Oh, I don't know.

I assume you speak in a spirit of mockery.

You should have more faith.

Shall I remind you of some of the choicest remarks you made about me when I arrived here?

Because they live in my memory as fresh as the day they were spoken.

Oh, Matthew, what am I always telling you?

You must pay no attention to the things I say.

Mr. Bates.

Anna.

Will you really leave?

I doubt His Lordship wants a thief in the house.

Now go to sleep and dream of a better man.

I can't.

Because there isn't one.

(door opens, bottles clanking) Has Matthew gone?

Yes.

Thank the Lord he was there.

I hope you thanked Matthew properly.

I got them to make him some sandwiches.

That's not quite what I meant.

And he asked me to marry him.

Heavens!

What did they put in them?

I'm serious.

He proposed to me.

Oh, my dear... Have you given him an answer?

Only that I'd think about it.

Well, that's an advance on what it would have been a year ago.

Do you want to marry him?

I know you want me to marry him.

What we want doesn't matter.

At least it's not all that matters.

Do you love Matthew?

Yes.

I think perhaps I do.

I think I may have loved him for much longer than I knew.

Oh, my darling.

Let's not pretend this isn't the answer to every one of our prayers.

I'd have to tell him.

Oh... Is it absolutely necessary?

If I didn't, I'd feel as if I'd caught him with a lie.

(door opens) I hope you know that really smart people sleep in separate rooms.

I always keep the bed made up in the dressing room, so at least I pretend we sleep apart.

Isn't that enough?

No.

Never mind.

Good night.

Does Carson know you're here?

I heard you were going out, and I wanted to see how he was walking.

Lynch is happy for me to ride him?

Oh, yes.

He's better.

William, are you planning to go home soon?

Well, it's a bit far for my half day, but I can maybe get the time to go in July, when the family's in London.

I think you should take a few days off and go now.

I'll fix it.

I'll speak to Father and to Carson.

No one will mind.

But why, m'lady?

Your mother's not been well.

Wha... how do you know?

I heard someone mention it in the village.

I forget who.

I'll arrange it as soon as I get back.

Thank you very much, m'lady.

The Dowager Countess, m'lady.

Good afternoon, my dear.

Good afternoon.

I come in peace.

Shall I sit here?

Now, I've been thinking.

I confess I do not know if I would have had strength, mentally or physically, to carry a corpse the length of this house... but I hope I would have done.

You were quite right.

When something bad happens, there's no point in wishing it had not happened.

The only option is to minimize the damage.

Or try to.

The ambassador is dangerous, but then, how many people really go to the Turkish embassy?

It only takes one.

Well, that just can't be helped.

We can't have him assassinated.

I suppose.

Robert still doesn't suspect.

Oh, I should hope not.

No, our only way forward is to get Mary settled as soon as possible.

I have news on that score.

Matthew has proposed.

(gasps) My, my.

Has she said yes?

She hasn't said anything yet, except that she's going to have to tell him about Pamuk.

For heaven's sake, why?

She thinks to keep it secret would be dishonorable.

She reads too many novels.

I mean, one way or another, everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.

The question is, will she accept Matthew?

I'm not sure.

(sighs) Well, if she doesn't, we'll just have to take her abroad.

In these moments, you can normally find an Italian who isn't too picky.

Thank you for not turning against her.

I know that you have rules, and when people break them you find it hard to forgive.

In this case, Mary has the trump card.

What?

Mary is family.

Poor lad.

But he did see her?

I was worried when I took him to King's Cross.

Yes, he had time to say goodbye.

How is he now?

Well, you've only got one mother, haven't you?

MRS. HUGHES: Hurry up, girls, come on.

Hello, William.

It's good to have you back.

What a relief to be home.

Don't listen when His Lordship pretends not to enjoy the Season.

When in Rome... Will Lady Mary be back soon?

She's staying on with my sister for a couple of weeks.

CORA: Dear Mrs. Hughes, I hope you've had some time to yourself while we've been away.

I've tackled a few jobs that get forgotten about when the house is full.

Any local news?

The main topic here is the murder of the Austrian Archduke.

Here and everywhere else.

I'm afraid we haven't heard the last of that.

How's William?

Bearing up.

Poor chap.

He has our sympathies.

I think I'll wash the train off before dinner.

BATES: Very good, m'lord.

I can unpack while you're bathing.

I'll see you up there.

ROSAMUND: There's nothing like an English summer, is there?

MARY: Except an English winter.

My dear, is there anything you're not telling me?

No.

Only one hears stories...

There's nothing, Aunt Rosamund.

So, have you decided?

Whether or not to marry Cousin Matthew?

Oh, there's no secret Cora can keep for more than a month.

You'd be surprised.

I've told him I'll give him my answer the day I get back.

Well, it would be very tidy.

At least we can say that.

Hello, Doctor.

I didn't know you were here.

No, Lady Grantham sent a message.

Why?

She's not ill, is she?

Not ill, exactly.

Would you mind waiting in the library?

Pregnant?

You needn't be quite so shocked.

Give me a moment.

You haven't been pregnant for 18 years.

And I'm pregnant now.

I don't understand what we've done differently.

Stop right there.

If you want to know more, go down and offer the doctor some whisky.

I can't take it in.

But you're pleased?

Of course.

Of course I'm pleased.

(laughs) CLARKSON: It's unusual, obviously.

Unusual?

It's Biblical.

Not quite.

You understand that women go through a... a certain... change.

Thank you.

I know quite as much as I need to about all that.

Well, sometimes it can result in a surge of... fertility, for want of a better word.

But the child will be healthy?

Oh, there's no reason why not.

How long has she...?

Hard to be precise.

Things had become irregular, but...

Please.

I'd say she's about four months gone.

It'll begin to show soon.

And I don't suppose there's any way of knowing if it's a...

I do beg your pardon, m'lord.

I thought you were alone.

No, please come in, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm just leaving.

MRS. HUGHES: William?

Well, thank you, Doctor...

I'd better start writing some letters.

MRS. HUGHES: Show Dr. Clarkson out.

I didn't want to bother Her Ladyship if she's not well... She's resting, but tell me anyway.

It's Mrs. Patmore, m'lord.

The time has come when we really have to make a decision.

Mmm.

(door opens) Mr. Napier, m'lady.

What a surprise.

I'm afraid you've just missed my aunt.

I know.

I watched her leave.

How are your wedding plans going?

Not very well.

In fact, we've decided to call it off.

Really?

It seemed quite fixed at Sybil's ball.

What a shame.

Please.

It'll be better in the long run.

Perhaps.

I know what high hopes you have of the institution.

The thing is, Lady Mary, I am here today because I needed to tell you something face to face before you went to the country.

Face to face?

Gracious me.

I've recently heard gossip about the time when I came to Downton with Kemal Pamuk, gossip that I believe has made life difficult for you.

I've also heard it said that I am the source of these stories.

It is very important to me that you should know that I am not.

From that day to this, I have never spoken one word on the matter.

Then who did?

It seems to have come from the Turkish Embassy, from the ambassador himself, in fact.

And his wife.

But who told them, if not you?

This is the hard part.

When I discovered the answer, I debated whether I should relay it, but in the end I feel you ought to know.

The suspense is killing me.

It was your sister, Lady Edith, who wrote to the ambassador.

That is why people accept the story.

Edith?

It is very hard to believe.

Harder for you than for me.

I love the thought of a baby in the house, but if it's a boy...

It'll be very hard on Mr. Crawley.

I know, I was no great champion when he first arrived.

But it seems to me he's tried his best, and he's done the decent thing.

I can't see that coming off.

You don't mean the engagement?

But it's not an engagement yet, is it?

She'd never throw him over.

Mr. Carson, Lady Mary Crawley does not deserve you.

(scoffs) ROBERT: I want to say I'll make provision for you if it's a boy and you get pushed out.

Don't worry.

I know you can't.

If any man living understands the strength of the entail, it's me.

I can give you Crawley House for life, if it's a help.

Have you heard from Mary?

No.

Have you?

By the way, I want to ask a favor.

What's the name of your cook?

The one you brought with you from Manchester?

Mrs. Bird.

ISOBEL: So he'll give us this house for life, will he?

How generous.

It is generous.

He doesn't have to.

But it's made me think.

You must stay here if you want, but I wonder if it mightn't be better all round if I went back to Manchester.

It may not be a boy.

Really, Mother.

You never approved of it all in the first place.

If it is a boy, you should see it as a release, not a disappointment.

What does Mary say?

Nothing yet.

You wanted to see Mrs. Bird, sir.

Yes, Mrs. Bird, Lord Grantham has rather a favor to ask of you.

I'm surprised Lord Grantham knows that I exist, sir.

(laughs) ROSAMUND: Of all of you, Sybil might find joy in a cottage.

But not you.

We don't know it'll be a boy.

Exactly.

So ask Matthew to wait until the child is born.

If it's a girl you can wed him happily, and all will be as it was before.

But if I delay, won't he think I'm only after him for his position?

Besides, I'm not sure I want to put him off, even without the title.

We get on so well, you know.

And he's terribly clever.

He might end up Lord Chancellor.

And he might not.

Oh, come along, Mary, be sensible.

Can you really see yourself dawdling your life away as the wife of a country solicitor?

But why would we ever want a telephone at Downton, m'lord?

Well, they have their uses.

You could speak to the housekeeper in London.

That'd be helpful, surely.

I hope I've not failed in my management of the recent move.

Not at all.

But the telephone is here now, and the girls got used to it when we were in London.

Besides, none of us know what the next few months will bring.

Because of the Archduke's death?

Austria won't get what it wants from Serbia.

And now Russia's starting to rumble.

Well, there's not much we can do about that.

So, will you take care of the telephone man?

Hmm.

Oh, about Mr. Bates, m'lord.

I expect you've had time to consider?

Yes, but I find it very odd.

Regimental silver?

I could more easily see Bates as an assassin than a petty pilferer.

I agree.

So, what did we miss?

Nothing much.

Although you'd have had more invitations than I did.

Have you thought about Matthew?

Of course, but Aunt Rosamund... No!

She's written to me.

I shall pay no attention.

EDITH: But Granny, she has got a point.

Mary can't be completely naive.

I don't need your help, thank you.

And what happens if the baby is a boy and Matthew loses everything?

Mary can always change her mind.

But I can't do that to Matthew.

It's not how we are together.

Oh!

I'm going upstairs to help Anna unpack.

I'll come with you.

Edith, why don't you go too?

Oh, by the way, I was right about my maid.

She's leaving to get married.

How could she be so selfish?

I do sympathize.

Robert's always wanting me to get rid of O'Brien, but I can't face it.

Anyway, she's so fond of me.

Well, I thought Simmons was fond of me.

What am I to do?

Why don't I put an advertisement in The Lady?

It's always the best place to start.

Oh, that's so kind.

Thank you.

I really must be going.

Now, don't let Mary wait for the baby before she gives Matthew her answer.

I'm sure it's another girl.

I know those men of the moral high ground.

If she won't say yes when he might be poor, he won't want her when he will be rich.

Maybe we should knit something.

O'BRIEN: Oh yes, I'm sure they'd love a pair of booties knitted by you.

Or what about a Christening mug?

They can buy their own silver.

Anything in the paper, Thomas?

They've arrested this Princip fellow and his gang.

All Serbian and members of the Black Hand.

O'BRIEN: "The Black Hand"?

Oh, I don't like the sound of that.

I don't like the sound of any of it.

War is on the way.

Then we'll have to face it.

As bravely as we can.

Thank you, Mr. Cannon Fodder.

Don't you think a war's coming?

Oh, there'll be a war, all right.

It's time to prepare for it.

The country, do you mean?

No, me.

You never disappoint.

Mrs. Patmore, my lord.

Your Lordship, I know things haven't been quite right for a while, but I can assure you... Come in, Mrs. Patmore.

I promise you, m'lord, if I could just be allowed a bit more time... Mrs. Patmore, I have not asked you here to give you your notice.

Haven't you?

No.

I understand you've had some trouble with your sight.

That's just it!

I know I could manage better if only...

Please, Mrs. Patmore... ANNA: Let him speak.

Beg pardon, m'lord.

Don't apologize.

Now, on Dr. Clarkson's recommendation, I'm sending you up to London to see an eye specialist at Moorfields.

Anna will go with you and you'll stay with my sister Rosamund in her new house in Belgrave Square.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to sit in your presence, m'lord.

Of course.

But how will you get on here?

Well, Mrs. Crawley is lending us her cook, Mrs. Bird.

She's coming over tomorrow.

You will be good enough to show her how things work.

Are the Crawleys to starve while I'm away?

They'll eat here every evening.

Now, my sister's butler will look after you.

He's very nice.

Anna, you won't mind a visit to London?

No, m'lord.

Thank you.

It'll be an adventure.

One with a happy ending, I hope.

Let me get this clear.

At Sybil's ball you said you'd give me your answer the day you got back, and now you say you will not.

Why do we have to rush into it?

I need to be sure, that's all.

But you were sure.

Shall I tell you what I think has altered you?

My prospects.

Because nothing else has changed.

No.

Yes!

If your mother's child is a boy, then he's the heir and I go back to living on my wits, and you'd rather not follow me there.

Oh, Matthew, you always make everything so black and white.

I think this is black and white.

Do you love me enough to spend your life with me?

If you don't, then say no.

If you do, then say yes.

I want to... Granny told me I should say yes now, then withdraw if you lost everything.

To make that work, you'd have to be a good liar.

Are you a good liar?

Well, not good enough to try it, apparently.

ANNA: Sorry.

I don't believe it.

How can you say that?

When I've confessed to the crime?

Well, His Lordship obviously doesn't think that's all there is to it, and I don't either.

MRS. HUGHES: Anna, are you set for the 9:00 train tomorrow?

All packed and ready.

You'll be met at King's Cross by Lady Rosamund's chauffeur, which I think is generous, but after that you're on your own.

Right.

I must get on.

I'm acting referee for Mrs. Patmore and Mrs. Bird.

Best of luck.

(chuckles) Will you miss me?

Try not to miss me.

It'll be good practice.

Cleaned up?

It's a wonder you could see the pots at all.

You'll have met Daisy and the others?

I have.

Though what they all find to do is a mystery to me.

Are you not used to managing staff, Mrs. Bird?

MRS. BIRD: I'm used to getting it done with one kitchen maid, Mrs. Patmore, but I suppose, in a house like this, you expect to take it easy.

Do you think we should erect a ring and let them fight it out?

She's all right, Mrs. Bird.

She's more of a general than a trooper, but you need that in a cook.

Mrs. Patmore's the Generalissimo.

(laughter) Something's not right about it.

I agree.

But Carson isn't keen to get rid of him, either, and he normally comes down on this sort of thing like a ton of bricks.

What's his reasoning?

He blames Thomas and O'Brien.

He says they've been working against Bates since he got here.

So I should sack O'Brien instead?

You'll hear no argument from me.

This should do the trick, m'lady.

(sighs) Ten years of my life, that's what I've given her.

Ten bloody years.

But did she say she'd sack you?

It's obviously what he wants.

So when will they tell you?

When they've found a replacement.

Heaven forfend she should have to put a comb through her own hair.

Good afternoon, Carson.

Is Lady Edith in?

EDITH: I am!

I most certainly am.

I was just driving past...

Yes?

And I thought you might like to come for a spin.

If you're not too busy.

Wait till I get my coat.

Is it all right if I make some notes?

I'm so sorry, Mr...?

This is Mr. Bromidge, m'lady.

He's here about the telephone.

Oh, please make your notes, dear Mr. Bromidge.

We're so looking forward to it.

What an exciting business to be in.

You must be expanding every day.

BROMIDGE: Ah, we are, sir.

But that brings its problems.

Training up men for the work when many have no aptitude.

I can't even find a secretary who can keep pace at the moment.

What?

It's hard with a new concept.

Too old, they can't change.

Too young, and they've no experience.

But have you filled the post yet?

Because I know just the woman.

Well, she must hurry up.

We'll close the list tomorrow night.

You'll have her application, I promise.

This isn't bad at all, is it?

I don't know.

No one told me there'd be an actual operation.

What did you think?

They were just going to make magic passes over your eyes?

All right, Mrs. Patmore?

ANNA: She'll be fine, thank you.

And you've been sent to us by the Earl of Grantham?

That's right.

Very good.

You can leave her now.

We'll keep her in for a week.

You can collect her next Friday.

I'll be in to visit every day.

What about the rest of the time?

Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

Bates, you say?

John Bates.

He must have left the army about eight years ago.

Wait here, please.

MRS. BIRD: Have you finished the soup?

I think so, Mrs. Bird.

And the sauce for the fish?

Yes, Mrs. Bird.

Well, then, put them in the warmer.

You don't mean John Bates who went to prison for theft?

That's correct.

Well, I know who he is right enough.

That was an odd business.

Why "odd"?

Never mind.

So you're his cousin and you'd like to be in touch?

Very forgiving.

Well, I've got no address for him or his wife.

But I have got one for his mother, which should still be good.

I've written it down for you.

Thank you for your trouble.

Is it true you wrote to the Turkish ambassador about Kemal?

Who told you?

Someone who knows that you did.

Then why are you asking?

Because I wanted to give you one last chance to deny it.

And what if I did?

He had a right to know how his countryman died.

In the arms of a slut.

How's that advertisement getting on for the new maid?

Well, it's only just come out.

William and I can manage here now.

Go and tell Mrs. Bird we'll have our dinner in 20 minutes.

CORA: Carson, be sure to say to Mrs. Bird the dinner was really delicious.

So?

How was the drive?

It was lovely.

Only...

Yes?

Well, he said he had a question for me.

He told me he'd ask it at the garden party.

And he hopes I'll say yes.

You must think very carefully what your answer will be.

Yes, I should think very carefully about a lot of things.

ISOBEL: Do your neighbors have one?

Yes, they do, in London anyway.

MATTHEW: It seems very wise to get a telephone now.

If there is a war, it may be very hard to have one installed in a private house.

Let me show you where we're going to put it.

First electricity, now telephones.

Sometimes I feel as if I were living in an H.G.

Wells novel.

But the young are all so calm about change, aren't they?

Look at Matthew.

I do admire him.

Do you?

What have I done wrong now?

Oh please, don't pretend Mary's sudden reluctance can't be traced back to you.

Well, I shall pretend it.

I told her to take him.

Your quarrel is with my daughter Rosamund, not me.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

(chuckles) Mr. Molesley, what are you after?

I wanted a word with Mr. Carson.

I'm here to have my dinner.

You don't want much, do you?

What're you doing?

Mr. Carson dropped his wallet in the passage.

I was replacing it.

CARSON: Will you join us, Mrs. Bird?

I don't mind if I do.

I'm not sure Mrs. Patmore would like that, Mr. Carson.

Cook always eats separate, that's what she says.

MOLESLEY: Not in our house.

There's only the four of us.

Well, you're going any minute.

She's advertised for your replacement.

That filthy, ungrateful cow.

Let the kitchen maids have theirs on their own.

You stay with us.

CARSON: Her Ladyship said to tell you that the dinner was delicious.

She can't have!

CARSON: Daisy?

Does that surprise you?

What have you done with this, you little beggar?

I knew it.

That's why I said it was for upstairs.

Come on.

Tell us what's in it!

Just water and a bit of soap.

And you've put something in the fish sauce as well?

Only mustard and aniseed.

Why, Daisy?

Why would you do such a thing?

Mrs. Patmore was worried that they'd prefer Mrs. Bird's cooking and they wouldn't want her to come back.

Is that likely?

When they've taken such trouble to get her well?

I'm sorry.

(sobbing) There, there.

There are worse crimes on earth than loyalty.

Dry your eyes, and fetch the beef stew I was making for tomorrow.

You've not had a chance to spoil that, I suppose.

I was going to mix in some syrup of figs.

But I've not done it yet.

(laughter) Well, at least we'd have all been regular.

(laughter) We got the young lady's letter.

But the trouble is, she didn't have any experience of hard work that I could tell, so...

But she's a very hard worker!

Oh, I couldn't find any proof of it.

And she gave you as a reference when you don't run a business, m'lady.

Well, not that I'm aware of.

Lily!

Can you find Gwen and tell her to come to the hall, now.

Yes, m'lady.

The reason Gwen didn't give any more details is because she works here.

As a housemaid.

Ah, and you thought that'd put me off?

But she's taken a postal course and has good speeds in typing and Pittman shorthand.

Test her.

I will if I like the look of her.

Ah, so, young lady, you thought I'd turn up my nose at a housemaid?

I did, sir.

Well, my mother was a housemaid.

I've got nothing against housemaids.

They know about hard work and long hours, that's for sure.

Well, I believe so, sir.

Right, well, is there somewhere we could talk?

Gwen, take Mr. Bromidge to the library.

I'll see no one disturbs you.

Sorry, Papa, you can't go in there.

Why on earth not?

Gwen's in there with Mr. Bromidge.

She's being interviewed.

I cannot use my library because one of the housemaids is in there applying for another job?

That's about the size of it.

(sighs) So, what is it you want to know?

I want to know the truth about the case against him.

I want to know why the sergeant thought it was "odd."

I want to know what Mr. Bates isn't saying.

Because you don't believe him to be guilty?

No, I don't.

I know he's not.

Well... You're right, of course.

Then who was it?

Who was the thief?

His wife, Vera.

WILLIAM: Who do you call?

No one you know has got one.

But they will have.

You'll see.

Might I inquire why my pantry has become a common room?

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

But do you know how it works?

Of course I do.

Will you show us?

Certainly not!

A telephone is not a toy, but a useful and valuable tool.

Now get back to your work.

She worked at the barracks sometimes, helping at big dinners and so on.

That night her opportunity came and she took it.

They knew it was her.

Someone even saw her with a big carry-all.

But why did he confess?

(sighs) Well... John wasn't the same man in those days.

The African war had shaken him up and made him angry.

He'd been wounded, and he drank a lot more than was good for him.

Was he violent?

No, no, not violent, but he could be hard at times, with a tongue like a razor.

He felt he'd ruined Vera's life, Miss Smith.

Do you agree with him?

No.

No, I thought she was a nasty piece of work.

But that's why he took the blame.

Surely, if everyone knew he was innocent...

But he confessed.

There was nothing anybody could do once he confessed.

Could I ask you something, sir?

Only...

I get the feeling that a war's on the way.

I'm afraid we all do.

And when it comes, I want to be really useful.

To my country.

How heartening.

So I've been thinking, what could be more useful than what you do?

Bringing people back to health, back to life.

I see.

Well, um, we are looking for volunteers to train for the Territorial Force hospitals, if that's what you mean.

It's exactly what I mean.

I'll make inquiries.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Mr. Molesley walked in and there he was, as bold as brass, taking my wallet out of my change coat.

Mr. Molesley would have no reason to make it up, m'lord.

He doesn't know Thomas.

Why would he lie?

So Thomas has been caught red-handed.

Well, we knew he was a thief, didn't we?

And now we have unimpeachable proof.

I'm afraid he has to go.

I hate this sort of thing.

With Lady Grantham's condition and everything.

Can we at least wait until after the garden party?

Very well, my lord.

But then, I think we must act.

How long will you wear them?

A week or so.

But I can see much better already.

Even with them on.

MRS. HUGHES: Thank heaven.

Now we need to talk about the garden party.

Mrs. Bird and I have made some lists... Mrs. Bird?

Oh, I think we can manage without any help from Mrs. Bird.

Can you?

Well, if you want your garden party to be run by a Blind Pugh, that's your business.

Mrs. Patmore, there's a lot to be done and you're only just up on your feet.

We really cannot manage without Mrs. Bird.

If you say so.

Now I've been checking the stores and I've ordered what you'll need for the baking.

That's very kind, Mrs. Hughes.

But I believe we should check the stores when it's convenient.

Mrs. Bird, at Downton Abbey, the housekeeper manages the store cupboard, but I think you'll find...

I've never not run my own store cupboard in my life.

Separate the cook from the store cupboard?

Where's the sense in that?

How long have I been saying this, O Lord?

We're the ones who cook it.

We should be the ones to order it.

Mrs. Bird, I shall be very happy with your help with the garden party.

I'm sure we can manage it easily between the two of us.

Hello, this is Downton Abbey.

Carson, the butler, speaking.

Hello.

This is Mr. Carson, the butler of Downton Abbey.

To whom am I speaking?

(unintelligible voice on phone) I'm not shouting!

Who are you?

WOMAN: Mrs. Gaunt.

Oh, Mrs. Gaunt.

What number do you want?

No, I don't want to place a call.

I was practicing my answer.

Well, I dare say a lot of the things you do sound stupid to other people!

I'll just go and run Your Ladyship's bath.

Thank you, O'Brien.

Oh, have you had any answers about the position?

Oh, yes, quite a few.

VIOLET: So what do they sound like?

CORA: There's one I think has real possibilities.

She learned to do hair in Paris while she was working for the Ambassadress.

VIOLET: Oh... oh, that sounds promising.

O'Brien... how long do you think it takes a lady's maid to settle in?

Depends on the maid, m'lady.

Of course it does.

Oops, sorry.

The other half's under the bath.

Never mind.

Thank you.

I'll just go and sort out your clothes, m'lady.

Okay.

Sarah O'Brien, this is not who you are.

M'lady, if you could just wait... (Cora screams, thudding) The doctor's gone, Your Lordship, but he's coming back after dinner.

Lady Mary's with her now.

Thank you.

I don't suppose you'll want to change.

But is there anything else I can do to be useful?

It was a boy.

(Robert cries) I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you.

I'm not embarrassed.

I just wish you could have been spared this.

I know you do.

Thank you.

By the way, Anna's told me what she learned in London.

Has she?

She's not told me.

Oh, well, the good news is you won't be leaving Downton.

And I need some good news today.

WILLIAM: What about you, Miss O'Brien?

What about me?

It must have been quite a shock.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

CARSON: I think you'd better dine with us, Mr. Branson.

We can't know if you might be needed later.

I'm to go for the doctor at 10:00.

THOMAS: What a long-faced lot.

Kindly show some respect.

Come on, Mr. Carson, she'll get over it.

They're no bigger than a hamster at that stage.

Will you shut up?

I agree.

What is the matter with you, Thomas?

I don't know.

I suppose all this makes me feel claustrophobic.

I mean I'm sorry, 'course I am, but why must we live through them?

They're just our employers; they're not our flesh and blood.

Thomas, don't be so unkind.

Is there nothing left on earth that you respect?

Hark at him.

Blimey, if he carries on like this for the unborn baby of a woman who scarcely knows his name, no wonder he fell to pieces when his old mum snuffed it.

CARSON: William!

Thomas!

William!

Stop that!

That is enough!

Calm down.

BRANSON: He had that coming.

(string quartet music playing) CLARKSON: Oh, Thomas.

I've done as I promised.

General Burton is commanding the Division at Richmond and I think I may have a place there for you.

Under Colonel Cartwright.

These are the papers.

When you're ready, report to the local recruiting office and they'll take it from there.

As a matter of fact, I'm being drafted back in as a captain, so I'll try to keep an eye on you.

That's very kind of you, Doctor.

With any luck, there may be some advantage in your having volunteered so early.

Hang on a minute.

Now give me yours and take this one at the same time.

William, I'm sorry I've been so unkind to you, lately.

That's all right.

No, it's not all right.

I don't know why I said those things.

You were under an evil spell.

Well, I'm not under it anymore.

I'm glad.

Friends?

Always friends.

I think we should start the ices now.

If you agree, Mrs. Patmore.

MRS. PATMORE: Certainly, Mrs. Bird.

(telephone ringing) Oh, my Lord, listen to that.

It's like the cry of a banshee.

Mr. Carson's telephone is ringing.

Isn't someone going to answer it?

I wouldn't touch that thing with a ten-foot pole.

Well, I will, then.

I wish ours was.

I've got news, m'lady!

(inaudible whispering) Oh!

Sorry.

Mr. Bromidge has rung!

You've done it, Gwen!

You've got the job!

(gasping) Take it!

Take it!

Something to celebrate?

I've got the job, Mrs. Hughes!

I'm a secretary!

I've begun!

I'm very happy for you, Gwen.

And we'll celebrate after we've finished today's work.

Of course, Mrs. Hughes.

I don't suppose... MRS. HUGHES: Lady Sybil?

Her Ladyship was asking after you.

Be careful, my lad.

Or you'll end up with no job and a broken heart.

What do you mean?

I don't seem to be able to find your sister.

I wonder where she is.

Of course, she may have been cornered.

I know there was some old bore she was trying to dodge.

Who was that?

I'm not sure.

He's simply ghastly apparently, but he's promised to propose today.

I can't tell you how funny she was when she acted it out.

She ought to go on the stage.

Really?

Ah, how amusing.

Mr. Carson, this probably isn't the moment, but I've just heard from Dr. Clarkson I've been accepted for a training scheme.

For the army medical corps.

Have you indeed?

Yes, and I want to do it, so I'll be handing in my notice.

I'll serve out the month, of course.

Thank you, Thomas.

We can talk about it later.

You can't be leaving yet.

I'm afraid I must.

Please make my excuses to your mother.

But...

I wish you'd come inside, m'lady.

No.

People mustn't think I'm really ill.

I don't want to cast a dampener on the party.

Very well.

But are you sure you have everything you need, m'lady?

Dear O'Brien.

How sweet you are.

O'Brien, O'Brien!

Can I have a word?

I need a favor and I don't want to bother Lady Grantham with it.

Certainly, m'lady.

She's been helping me find a new maid and we've had quite a few answers from her advertisement.

Can you find where she's put them and get Branson to bring them to the Dower House?

Her Ladyship was helping you find a new lady's maid?

Yes.

We should have asked you, really.

You might take a look at the letters if you have a minute.

There's one we liked the sound of who'd been trained in Paris.

Do you know where she might have put them?

The answers?

Oh, yes, m'lady.

There are only two or three places they could be.

Oh.

Thank you, O'Brien.

You're a treasure.

Thank you.

I didn't know a garden party was a spectator sport.

Pretty, though, isn't it?

Hard to believe the clouds are gathering on a summer's day like this.

Mr. Bates, I know you think I was wrong to call on your mother.

I don't think that.

She likes you, by the way.

I had to find out the truth.

But you see you don't know the whole truth, not even now.

You know my mother's truth.

But not your wife's.

Where is she now?

I couldn't tell you.

I better get back.

Are you here, Mr. Molesley?

I didn't know that.

Just helping out.

Nice girl, that Anna.

Do you know if she's got anyone special in her life?

I'd like to say she hasn't.

I would, truly.

But I'm afraid there is someone, yes.

And do you think he's keen on her?

Or is it worth a go?

Well, he keeps himself to himself.

He's very hard to read at times.

But I'd say he's keen.

I'd say he's very keen indeed.

But I don't understand; nothing's changed.

Everything's changed.

You can't be sure I was going to refuse you, even if it had been a boy.

Because I'm not.

That's the point.

I can't be sure.

Of you, or of anything, it seems.

The last few weeks have taught me that.

But you can't leave Downton.

I can't stay.

Not now.

What will you tell Papa?

That I'm grateful for what he's tried to do, but the experiment is at an end.

I'm not a puppet.

I must take charge of my own life again.

Would you have stayed if I'd accepted you?

Of course.

So I've ruined everything.

You have shown me I've been living in a dream, and it's time to return to real life.

Wish me luck with it, Mary.

God knows I wish the best for you.

Well, Rosamund, I'm afraid your meddling has cost Mary the only decent offer she'll ever get.

I'm sorry, Mama, but you know me.

I have to say what I think.

Why?

Nobody else does.

Are you quite well, m'lady?

Of course.

You know me, Carson.

I'm never down for long.

(sobbing) I know you have spirit, m'lady.

And that's what counts.

It's all that counts in the end.

There, there.

So Mary is to be denied her countess's coronet after all?

Don't crow at me.

I think she was very foolish not to take him when she could.

I told her so.

Well, if I'm perfectly honest, I wonder if Matthew isn't making the same mistake right now.

Are you warm enough?

I am when you're holding my hand.

Your Lordship?

This has just arrived for you.

Thank you.

Oh, and I'm happy to tell you that Thomas has just handed in his notice.

So we'll be spared any unpleasantness on that score.

What a relief.

(string quartet music plays) Please, will you stop, please!

My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

Can I ask for silence?

Because I very much regret to announce... that we are at war with Germany.

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