Downton Abbey

I'll have to go.

Yes, of course you must go...

Oh, but who'll give the letter to her ladyship?

Oh, I can do that.

And I'll take her breakfast and dress her today.

But I haven't got time to make it a regular thing.

No, I can do it until she finds someone else.

Lady Mary won't mind.

What's the matter with you?

Miss O'Brien's upped and left!

Never.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Miss O'Brien's gone!

What? Gone where?

Well, how should I know?

Madge!

O'Brien's gone.

Have you heard?

Heard what?

Miss O'Brien... she's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

She's left.

Left?

She's packed up.

I can't believe it.

I can.

Sneaking off like a thief in the night.

That's O'Brien to a T.

I just can't believe Susan has done this to me.

Miss O'Brien did say that she got on very well

with Lady Flintshire when she was up in Scotland.

So I gather.

"Lady Flintshire has booked my ticket for India

and it seems too good a chance to miss."

Was there really no warning?

Now I think of it, she'd a telegram yesterday.

That must have been it.

So what happens now?

I'll dress you today, m'lady.

And Anna will take over tomorrow until you find a replacement.

And she really gave no clue?

She didn't say anything to me, Mr. Carson.

Honest, not a word.

As long as she didn't.

I know you all think

she must have said something, but she didn't.

I believe you. Thousands wouldn't.

She may be my aunt, but she's a dark horse.

No one will contradict you there.

Susan Flintshire has stolen Mama's maid

whilst her daughter's a guest in this house?

I'm sure she wouldn't put it like that.

I don't care how she puts it.

It's absolutely disgraceful.

It's all right.

Madge told me.

It is not all right.

Did you have any idea?

No, not really.

I knew that Mummy thought O'Brien

was very good at doing hair,

and they talked about her wanting to travel...

What? When?

When you were all at Duneagle.

And you didn't think to inform us?

I'm in London tomorrow.

I can put an advertisement in The Lady.

Good.

Well, won't it take forever?

Waiting for the magazine to come out?

It can't be helped.

We're meeting Trent at 11:00.

I'll see you there.

I want to walk the plantations first.

I was wondering if Mary might like to come.

Don't bother Mary.

She's got enough on her plate.

Did you really not know anything?

I never thought she'd go through with it.

I thought you might like to take this down with you

in case you want a walk.

It's quite chilly.

Where's the black one?

I'm taking Master George out for some air, m'lady,

and I wondered if you'd like to come with us.

I don't think so.

But thank you.

Poor little orphan.

Thank you, Nanny.

He's not an orphan.

He's got his mother.

Orphans haven't.

He isn't poor either, come to that.

And you don't mind my seeing to her ladyship?

Why would I mind?

I'm not planning a trip round the world.

Mr. Molesley.

Have you seen Mr. Travis?

I need to speak to him about the Bring and Buy Sale.

I'm afraid not, your ladyship.

Never mind.

This were a sad business.

Very, very sad.

I can't believe it's time for the stone already.

Six months.

They always leave six months for the grave to settle.

Tell me, has your son found another job yet?

No, m'lady.

They've let him stay on

and he always tries to make himself useful,

but it can't go on forever.

And anyway, he's lost his wage.

But he's a properly trained valet.

He could even be a butler.

I hope so, m'lady.

But it's a changing world.

You don't have to tell me.

Hello!

It'll soon be time for you

to get out and walk, young lady.

Please don't touch the children.

Not without my permission.

What?

They're in my charge, and I cannot be too careful.

I would remind you that I knew this young girl's mother,

which you never did.

That doesn't make you her friend.

As a matter of fact, it does.

Well, I can't stay here to bandy words.

Will you ask Mrs. Patmore

to send up the children's luncheon in half an hour?

Ask her yourself, why don't you?

Was her ladyship very disappointed?

She was,

and it'll take quite a while to find a replacement.

I can't believe Miss O'Brien would be so thoughtless.

Can't you?

I can.

She wants an adventure.

What's wrong with that?

I don't blame her.

Not for wanting to go,

but why run off and leave us in the lurch?

You're only talking like that so we'll think you didn't know.

That's not kind.

What's the good of a month of sour looks?

Good luck to her, say I.

How was Lady Mary this morning?

The same.

But I suppose she must come out of it eventually.

For Master George's sake, if for no other reason.

I hope so.

Right now, she prefers to leave it all to Nanny West.

I couldn't be a nanny.

Why not?

Don't you like children?

No, I do.

But being a nanny.

You're not one of the family,

but you're not one of us either.

What are you talking about?

Being a nanny.

Daisy was saying she thinks it must be a lonely life.

I don't know about that.

But if you ask me,

that Nanny West thinks too much of herself.

Why? What's she done?

She always seems nice to me.

She only tried to give me orders.

You mean she mistook you for a servant?

But he is a servant.

Don't tell him that.

He'll never get over the shock.

Thank you, Mr. Marsh.

He was bound to be disappointed.

You're really sure you want to abandon the whole plan?

We don't have a choice.

We have to find the death duties on half the estate,

and they'll be merciless.

I know.

But I wish we could wait for Mary to come back into play.

She isn't a player.

She has a life interest

in one third of Matthew's share of Downton

and a third of his other possessions,

but everything else belongs to little George.

And that's all the law gives her?

He should have made a will.

But Mary's George's guardian.

Surely that gives her some sort of say?

It's a moot point.

Since I own the other half of everything,

isn't it more appropriate for me to manage the boy's fortunes?

Besides, she's in such a fragile state,

the last thing I want is for her to start worrying about money.

Of course.

But you don't think...

You've seen her.

She hardly has the energy to lift a fork to her mouth.

She loved him very much.