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00:49:36
Hugh Bonneville, Phyllis Logan, Elizabeth McGovern
243
They're up in the servery, in the warmer.
I was writing a note for Lynch. I need the governess cart tomorrow.
Your dear sister is always such a harbinger ofjoy.
His lordship's blaming Mr Napier for spreading gossip about Lady Mary,
I do apologise, Lady Grantham. But I had a mouthful ofsalt.
The library grate needed a real going-over.
Have you recovered from our ordeal?
His Lordship is missing a very valuable snuff box.
there is a rumour in London that you are not virtuous.
COUNTESS: The flower show?
Does this brooch work? I can't decide.
It was a fuss about nothing.
and forty years of boredom and duty just isn't possible for me.
- Wait! You can't take her biscuit. - She never eats them. None ofthem do.
But ifyou tell Granny I said so, I'll denounce you as a liar.
Just a couple ofdreary neighbour, that's all.
and instead they're at each other's throats from dawn till dusk.
I'll give my father a hand with his stall, if I may.
which I thought pretty generous, given the circumstance.
But what ifshe's overturned? What ifshe's lying in a ditch somewhere?
Then she's in for an equally big disappointment.
The bastard's hidden it in my room or yours.
because my gardener had grown the best bloom in the village.
I'm sure the servants were frighten halfto death.
But what ifshe's overturn? What ifshe's lying in a ditch somewhere?
I've often wondered ifthis place is haunt. It ought to be.
I think of how I laid the fires for Mr Patrick, but he drown in them icy waters.
It sinks in and spoil the effect.
- You seem very absorb. - Your aunt Rosamond.
every door in London will be slam in your face.
No one ever warn you about bringing up daughters.
Is he to be sacrifice on the altar of Molesley's ambition?
How dare you say such a thing in front of her ladyship!
If Mr Molesley deserve the first prize for his flowers,
The point is, when you refuse Matthew
Why should you be burden with Mary's secret?
Well, I think she who laugh last laugh longest.
I suspect I'm there to balance the numbers.
and I just shut my eyes for a moment. I've been trying to catch up ever since.
Oh, like Judas was only "trying to help" I suppose,
But he will when he's feeling spiteful. I wish we could be shot of him.
- Much appreciate. - My pleasure.
I went back to my room after I'd woken everyone,
They're just throw away and changed every evening.
- Then? - I bet Thomas'd like it
- to settle our promise church visit. - Lfyou want.
But that is precisely what they already know.
wherever you look.
Well, you see, I had a turn, like a burst ofsickness, just sudden-like.
She writes as if, somehow, it reflects badly on Mary.
Poor Edith. I hope there's a right tree for her somewhere.
Obviously, it's an act offaith at this stage.
Apparently, the word is going round London that Evelyn Napier
You, me, Lady Mary and possibly Daisy.
Certainly not. I monopolised you at dinner. I'd no right to any more ofyour time.
but I think we're nearly there.
Exactly!
Oh! Just a minute. I don't like to put it on earlier.
Poor Aunt Rosamond. All alone in that big house.
Well, it seems he is particularly fond of a certain new pudding.
Perhaps Mr Patrick did love her back, he just couldn't say it.
Sometimes we're not at liberty to speak.
and instead they're at each other's throats from dawn till dusk.
I'm rather looking forward to the flower show tomorrow.
Quite right.
Only she's been talking recently as if she had ideas about Mr Pamuk's death.
Branson can't have brought it round so quickly.
You're late this morning.
I could almost manage for a long time,
That's rather ungallant, Mother. I'm sure when we see Cousin Violet's roses,
you were the daughter of an earl with an unsullied reputation.
- You must think us very disorganised. - Not at all.
I didn't like to, my lady. It seemed impertinent somehow.
But he will when he's feeling spiteful. I wish we could be shot of him.
Let's hope it's just unkind gossip.
- It's idiotic, really. - Is this Lady Rosamond Painswick?
Oh, really? I'm intrigued. What could it be?
This is enchanting. Do we grow this?
I'll leave that to my fearless mother.
Really, Robert. You make me so annoyed.
What an unpleasant thing to have happened.
- It was pathetic. - Poor Edith.
How absurd.
- Spare me your boasting, please. - Now who's jealous?
It's splendid.
but I believe the committee feel obliged to give you the cup
Only you were saying how you felt so uncomfortable in there.
I don't think I'd have got down, however lame the horse.
There's a section just here that I was rather unsure about.
Anthony Strallan is at least my age and as dull as paint.
Well, it seems he is particularly fond of a certain new pudding.
As for your giggling like a ridiculous schoolgirl with Cousin Matthew!