Downton Abbey

You mustn't make him wait forever.

I love him.

I'd accept him in a trice if it weren't for Marigold.

You say he'll let you keep her.

That's not the problem. - What is?

If I stay silent,

there's a lie at the heart of my marriage.

But if I tell him the truth, will I ruin it?

Edith,

you're a grown woman and I can't force you.

But you cannot be married to a man

and leave him out of a secret like this.

It's not possible and you won't be happy.

How happy am I now?

Mrs Patmore, you are the owner of No. 3, Orchard Lane,

Haughton-le-Skerne.

I am. I'm running it as a bed-and-breakfast place.

Among your guests, was a certain Doctor Fletcher and his wife?

Yes, they were my first.

Very courteous and respectable, I must say.

Not as respectable as you think.

Dr Fletcher was a Mr Ian McKidd

- and his 'wife' a Mrs Dorrit. - What?

Mr Dorrit is now suing Mr McKidd for damages

related to adultery.

You may be called upon to testify.

Oh, my God.

There is some concern Haughton-le-Skerne will be in the news,

as a site of a house of ill repute.

A house of ill repute?

I'm afraid the rumour mill has already begun...

but there's a chance that Dorrit may settle out of court.

- I'll keep you informed. - Thank you, Sergeant.

Hello. What brings you here?

Oh, Mrs Patmore's the one to ask.

A house of ill repute?

Mama is swanning around the South of France

without a word to any of us.

- I wish Cora - - I won't hear a word against Cora.

- Mama is being impossible. - I was going to say,

"I wish Cora wouldn't take it to heart. "

Mama has exhausted my patience this time.

But she did give you Teo.

True. I forgive her everything.

Do you think he will marry Edith?

If he learns about Marigold?

I just don't want her to be hurt.

- Is that it, then? - Yes, let's go.

Isn't Bertie's employer always in Tangiers?

Can you buy one?

Thank you.

The 6th Marquess of Hexham, 39, has died

on holiday in Tangiers

where he was a frequent visitor.

The cause is given as Malaria. Lord Hexham was unmarried.

Does this mean Bertie's out of a job?

That depends on the heir.

Poor Edith. It was bad enough he was an agent.

Now he may not be that.

Don't sound so gleeful about it.

You should have seen her face.

It wasn't very funny for Mrs Patmore.

No. And I'm not laughing, but -

But, you're laughing.

How many classes will you be taking every week?

Five to start with.

Only afternoons between half-two and half-four.

What does Mr Carson say?

I haven't asked him yet.

Don't ask him, tell him.

But suppose it doesn't work out? Suppose I'm no good?

Of course I didn't know they'd invited you.

I would have mentioned it.

Nobody has been as rude to me as your son.

Why in God's name would he want me at his wedding?

- Well, isn't it a good sign? - I'm not sure what it's a sign of.

Amelia's influence.

Yes. I think I agree.

She is a very kind and gentle soul.

Is she? Is she, indeed?

Don't you think so?

To be honest, I don't know her.

It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. Poor thing.

Is it funny? Suppose someone makes a connection

between Mrs Patmore and her place at Downton Abbey?

I'm sure they won't.

We should PRAY they don't.

I don't want this story repeated upstairs.

I'm not going to tell them.

Oh, that's the first proper laugh I've had for ages.

- I couldn't resist telling you. - Poor Mrs Patmore.

Oh, I know. It's awful for her.

I'm going to have to think of something serious when I go down.

I had some rather sad news when we were in Thirsk.

Lord Hexham's died.

- Who's that, M'Lady? - The owner of Brancaster Castle,

where we all stayed last year. For the grouse.

Not me, M'Lady. I was... otherwise detained.

Oh, of course you were. I am sorry.

Only it might affect Lady Edith's friend,

Mr Pelham.

He's the agent there. Or was.

He might be out of a job.

How worrying for them.

So my romance might not be the only one to come to an untimely end.

Have you heard from Mr Talbot?

No. But that's a good thing.

- It means he's accepted my decision. - Which is what you want?

Which is exactly what I want.

Oh, I just can't get the phrase out of my head.

It just goes round and round.

A house of ill repute.

Yes, I know what it is, thank you!

Yes, I see.

Ah, Mr Dawes has got some news for you.

Do I want to know?

Read it for yourself.

You passed every paper with high marks.

Oh, Daisy. That's wonderful news.

Poor Mr Pelham.

First that terrible day at the racetrack,

- and then to hear his cousin's died. - It does seem very hard.

- Did you get hold of him? - Yes.

He's coming tomorrow, on the first leg of his trip to Tangiers.

- I've asked him here. - Good.

- How is he? - Sad.

He loved his cousin, and it was all so quick.

The trouble is they've already buried him

and Bertie's not sure what to do.

It's ordinary in hot countries. It won't mean any disrespect.

No, but, should they leave him there?

Surely the decision is down to the new Marquess not to Bertie.

Well, that's the thing.

He is the new Marquess... Bertie.

Bertie Pelham is now the Marquess of Hexham?

Yes.

Nonsense. He's having you on.

He'd have told you if he was the heir.

He did tell me. But his cousin was in his 30s

and they all knew the girl he was going to marry.

But that's absurd!

If Bertie's a marquess, then Edith -

Edith would outrank us all. Yes. That's right.

Was he a close relation?

Second cousin, once removed.

Nobody thought it was possible he would inherit.

Least of all Bertie.

He seemed like a nice young man to me.

And getting nicer by the minute.

With a real love of Brancaster.

Golly gum drops! What a turn-up.

That's dinner.

If we're not too distracted to eat.

So we'll all bow and curtsy to Edith.

- You'll enjoy that, Mary? - Hardly.

And if Bertie is Lord Hexham which I still don't believe,

- he won't want to marry her now. - Careful.

Or people will think you're jealous, dear. We don't want that.

It's only a try-out, Mr Carson.

Every day you'd leave at two?

And I'd be back by five. So I could serve dinner and luncheon.

- No lingering over the pudding. - Mr Barrow is still here -

- Oh, don't we know it. - But if lunch does go on a bit,

there's still Andrew and Mr Barrow and you to see to it.

And what makes you think you'll be any good?

I don't know exactly. Perhaps because I want it so much.

There are plenty of little boys who want to be famous cricketers.

It's not enough to make them champions.

I just want to try, Mr Carson.

And so you shall.

How terrible. Poor Mrs Patmore.

What an unlikely bawdy house madam.

Mrs Patmore's secret career.

We mustn't joke when Bertie's here.

We'll have long faces, don't worry.

- I had a call from Henry earlier. - Henry?

Why didn't you say?

- I'm saying now. - How is he?

Mourning Charlie Rogers.

Missing you.

You're not to ask him to come here.

Suppose he just turns up?

Don't encourage him, Tom. I mean it.

We'd be wretched long term.

And you're not wretched now?

- Mary thinks he'll throw me over. - I don't see why.

It's surely very encouraging

he's coming here on his way to London.

Unless it's to break with me so he can start afresh.

He's not bound.

I haven't accepted him.

Have you told him about Marigold?

Not yet.

Make a clean breast of it. Please.

You'll regret it if you don't.

With my luck, I'll regret it either way.

What are you doing?

Making time charts and setting some tests for comprehension.

Tests? For the village children?

You're not expecting too much?