Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But don't worry. I'm sure it'll turn up.

I'm sure I've left a trail of mud up the stairs.

I don't know how I got in without being seen.

It sinks in and spoils the effect.

Fains I be Mrs Patmore's kitchen maid when the news gets out.

Oh, dear. Is it another scolding?

But you think I'm a dull boy anyway. Don't you?

Yes. I have been very fortunate in that regard.

- One ofthe women. - No, you must go.

Poor Mrs Patmore. Do you think you should go down and see her?

- Even with that fool girl. - I think you might owe Daisy an apology.

Then think ofsomething quick.

You look done in.

I'll fetch Mrs Hughes.

I'm sure she'll be back in the shake of a lamb's tail.

So no one has a chance to hide the box.

But there's a very pretty little blue one, with a miniature framed in French paste.

You've been carrying too heavy a burden for too long.

- We'll have missed the speeches as it is. - Don't be such a grouch.

I'm sure I'll be fine if I could just put my feet up.

- But you never said. - I didn't want you to be disappointed.

I was just being silly.

That's what my mum says.

And now, the Grantham Cup for the best bloom in the village.

They're just thrown away and changed every evening.

Not that much, and not fast enough for you.

I've often wondered ifthis place is haunted. It ought to be.

But very well done.

Wouldn't you, Thomas? I dare say he feels just the same about you.

The truth is they're all getting too old for a mother's control.

Heavens, how thrilling. And before that?

Because if anyone heard about...

Please don't apologise.

It seems we have both been thrown over for a bigger prize.

Who mentioned a problem?

But that is precisely what they already know.

No, I mean it's sad that he died.

I thought you'd given up.

but I think we're nearly there.

My mother's trying to set something up.

- but it was you, wasn't it? - Why do you say that?

I didn't see nothing.

Now you are damaged goods.

Perhaps Mr Patrick did love her back, he just couldn't say it.

I got a letter this morning.

There's been too much ofthat already.

Oh, no, it's lovely.