Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ofcourse it is. I'm sorry.

We've got to support Mary this year, when we get to London.

Where's the sauce? Doesn't this have Hollandaise?

- Are you all right, my lady? - Isn't it exciting?

But I was driving past your gates on the way to the Callender-Becketts,

you should not feel it necessary to ask my permission to attend.

I don't like to say, my lady.

"The witnesses"? What do you think this is, a murder mystery?

I looked after the horses on me father's farm.

Last June saw Emily Davison crushed to death

but by any moral code, I am disgraced.

So, do we break a patient's confidence

Will the summer of 1914

Look who's paid us a visit.

- What does she say? - Well, prepare for the worst.

And we've got a real atmosphere going now.

No. I would like you to stay, please, Mrs Hughes. And you, Anna.

- I think that Sybil is... - What? Are you canvassing, too?

And he still doesn't know?

Daisy? Thomas says you have something to add to this.

Well, he can't, can he? Not ifwe get to him first.

The meeting's in one of these buildings here?

You'll have to stick up for him, because Papa will skin him alive.

Branson didn't know anything about it until we arrived there.

I dare say the townies will make the usual stink when the Tory candidate's returned.

I'd rather not say.

- Oh, Granny. - I knew you wouldn't approve.

I should be sorry. Very sorry, indeed.

This isn't the end. You mustn't give up.

Your mother's not been well.

I wasn't thinking of Mr Bates.

I'd forgotten it was election night or I wouldn't have stayed.

I don't care a fig about rules.

Oh, I could wring Branson's neck.

Lady Sybil? Why?

You must be careful not to break Sybil's heart.

I understand that and I respect it.

Lfyou punish Branson, I'll never speak to you again. Never!