Downton Abbey

Come on then.

Oh, what a big throw, well done.

Put Marigold into a school in London?

People do send girls to school, you know.

Nowadays it isn't all governesses teaching quadrilles.

Does she have any relations who ought to be kept informed?

- None that we're aware of. - You'd live in London for term time?

I think so. The magazine's going better than ever

and I enjoy working with Miss Edmunds.

'A life change for Lady Edith Crawley is announced

as the family take a morning stroll'.

I think it's a good idea. Meet new people.

I just think it's a bit hasty.

Hasty? I think I've been about as hasty as a glacier.

- And you'd be happy to live alone? - I'll have Marigold.

Anyway, I'm a spinster, aren't I? And spinsters live alone.

Is Mama better? I should call on her.

Oh, she's just tired. It'll do her no harm to spend a day in bed.

- I pity poor Denker. - Denker can look after herself.

Are you all right, darling?

- Don't I look all right? - Well, you just seem a bit down in the dumps.

Mmm, sorry.

No, don't apologise.

I'm just worried. I want to help.

I don't think anyone can help, I'm afraid.

Look, I know you're still upset about the crash. Of course you are.

Those things are bound to linger.

If it is, it's not what you think.

I don't blame myself for Charlie's death any longer - truly.

But somehow it seems to have taken all the fun out of driving.

Ah, I'm glad I've got the three of you at last.

What do you mean?

I've never had a proper chance to say thank you for rescuing me,

there's always been other people around.

- We were glad to do it. - The good thing is, you can stay.

They've given me a breathing space but I can't live on pity for ever.

Still, it is a breathing space. Make the most of it.

Why not use the time to try and understand what brought you so low?

- How extraordinary! - Well I'm only telling you what happened.

Larry Grey wrote, asking me to tea.

And I accepted, as I thought I must.

And then I telephoned to be told they were in London.

And today I got this.

'Dear Mrs Crawley, events have overtaken us

and we are not now free to keep our engagement.

Yours, Amelia Grey. '

- How peculiar. - Amen.

- What does Dickie say? - Nothing.

I know he went with them to London but I haven't heard a squeak since.

Well, that settles it, you must beard him in his den.

Won't that encourage him?

Your feelings do you credit, my dear,

but never let tenderness be a bar to a bit of snooping.

Never.

As long as you know Miss Baxter is happy to undertake

any or all of your duties whenever you wish.

That's kind of her but I don't want to stop yet. I've a way to go.

Very well, it's up to you.

I've no complaints but I still find it odd that a woman in her condition

is working as a lady's maid.

- It's not what I'm used to. - I should hope not.

Before the war, they were almost never married.

- At least, if they were they retired. - And this is the future?

If you're really asking, I think the future is no ladies' maids at all,

but we haven't quite got there.

Thank you, Molesley.

- What a cheering sound. - Rather a break with tradition.

- Well, can't it be a new tradition? - Let's hope so.

I spoke to Laura Edmunds today. I'm going to go up to London tomorrow.

- Oh, I might drive you, if you like. - I thought you had some time off.

- Well, I have a few things to do. - Thank you.

I have to pay a call on the way, at Dower House, if you can bear it.

Of course.

I was down at the farm before tea, doing Mr Mason's books.

- Ooh, you have come on. I admire it. - I'm sure he was grateful.

That's enough love talk, Andy.

- Love talk? - He's nice. You could do worse.

I could do a lot better, an' all.

I thought we might call on Mama tomorrow afternoon.

- I'm sure she'd love that. - That's no good for me.

- I have a meeting at the hospital. - Can't you get out of it?

I don't want to. We're in the middle of a whole reorganisation.

- I'm very involved. - Better not tell Granny that.

- Oh, good God! - I'm sorry, m'lord, I do apologise.

- No, never mind. - I can't think what came over me.

It's nothing, it doesn't matter.

- I'll go and see Mama without you. - Be my guest.

- Is Daisy about? - Oh, you missed her, she's in bed.

Good, cos it's you I want to see.

Oh, well, go on.

Is... Is Daisy interested in men?

What on earth are you implying?

I meant because she's do dedicated to her work and her studies.

Oh, I see. Well, it's true she was determined to pass her exams,

which she's done now, God bless her.

And as for being interested, well,

she's had her heart broken a few times, don't worry about that.

- I don't want to break her heart. - No.

- Would you say I had a chance? - Well, everyone has a chance, don't they?

If you do a bit of wooing.

Has she said anything about me?

- She doesn't think I'm good enough for her? - Oh, get away with you!

- Good news, I hope. - Good enough.

- Found a job. - Oh, I'm happy for you, if it's what you want.

You know I wouldn't leave by choice,

but it's time to draw a curtain over the past few months.

- Will you be working nearby? - Not far. The other side of York.

- So, we'll still see you? - What's this?

- Mr Barrow's found a job. - Has he? Has he, indeed?

Well, I'm glad your efforts have paid off, Mr Barrow. You deserve it.

Thank you, Mr Carson.

Mr Carson, I thought I might walk down to the village, if you've no objection.

No, no, no. Oh, you could pick up some silver polish at Bakewell's.

I might come with you.

Her ladyship won't like that.

It's very discreet, the colour.

It's called Nude.

That won't strengthen your argument.

I'll go.

If you'd like to wait in the drawing room, m'lady. Miss Denker will tell her ladyship that you're here.

Oh, it was you I came to see, actually.

Oh, m'lady, we're all ears.

- She means alone. - Well, if I'm not wanted.

- When were you last wanted? - I shall ignore that.

Shall we sit down?

If you're comfortable with me sitting in your presence, m'lady.

- Well, we do in London. - We are not in London,

we are in her ladyship's drawing room.

But I'm here as a publisher speaking to her author,

because we are thinking of expanding your column into a full page.

Really? That's er... good news.

- Do you think you can manage it? - I believe so, m'lady.

Your tips on how to keep your husband happy have gone down particularly well.

Oh, Betty, be quiet, I'm trying to listen.

And you wrote so well about dressing for town and country in autumn.

- Could we have a little more of that? - Oh, I'm full of ideas when it comes

to combining comfort and elegance, m'lady.

- You know shampoo comes from India. - The word, you mean?

The word and the fact. They were shampooing their hair

hundreds of years before us.

Then again, I'm not sure I see the point of it.

- Hello, Mr Molesley, Miss Baxter. - Hello.

- I'm glad I've caught you. - Oh, why's that?

It seems that Mr Trewin wants to retire. He told me on Sunday.

He'll finish the term and then go to his sister's in Bath.

- Bath, oh, that's a long way off. - The estate always reserves

three cottages for the school and I don't want the custom to lapse,

so I wondered if you'd take Trewin's on,

as well as some of his duties.

- Goodness, I... - You've time to think.

I don't need a decision yet.

- Er... - He will think about it, Mr Dawes, I can promise you that.

Good day.

- I can hardly believe it. - But you will think about it,

- and you will make a sensible choice. - Why do you say that?

Because I don't seem to be able to do either, but never mind.

This isn't my moment, it's your moment.

And well done to you.

Hang on, Spratt is your agony aunt?

You must promise to keep it secret.

- Won't your grandmother be furious? - If she finds out.

- Oh, don't tell Mary. - Why not?

I don't know, she'll just... make a thing of it.

Look, your Mary isn't my Mary.

Let's hope it stays that way.

Do you value honesty, Mr Spratt?

Of course I do. What a question.

But you don't want to tell me why Lady Edith was here?

I value honesty and discretion, they are both virtues.

Hm. Because I wouldn't want to think you were keeping anything secret,

or wrong, from my lady.

Anything wrong?

Involving Lady Edith Crawley, daughter of the Earl Of Grantham?

- Are you mad? - No!

I am not mad.

But I am curious.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Now I'm going for my constitutional.

I'm walking down to the farm, if you want company.

I don't know if I'm going yet.

Right you are.

- He only wanted a walk. - Well, he can go for a walk, I'm not stopping him.

Nanny wants to take the children out for a picnic,

- so could she have sandwiches instead of a sit-down lunch? - Very well.

- Can I give you a cup? - Oh, I don't mind if I do.

Oh, just in time. Could you pour him one, too, please?

- What brings you in here? - I was looking for Mr Molesley.

Granny.

There, I was beginning to forget what you looked like.

I'm glad you're back on your feet.

Shall I make some tea, m'lady?

Will you be here long enough to drink it?

Don't be spiky, Granny, of course we will.

Edith sends love. She's gone to London.

Not to see Bertie, I assume.

- 'Fraid not. - Oh, sad.

Of course, I see his point.

- But I bet he regrets it. - He's painted himself into a corner.

I know, why can't men ever paint themselves out of a corner?

It's such a waste, for both of them.