Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Have you finished the soup? - I think so, Mrs Bird.

We're the ones who cook it. We should be the ones to order it.

What do you mean?

Why, Daisy? Why would you do such a thing?

and I've ordered what you'll need for the baking.

You stay with us.

Any local news?

No, please come in, Mrs Hughes. I'm just leaving.

I can't even find a secretary who can keep pace at the moment.

O'Brien, how long do you think it takes a lady's maid to settle in?

Sorry, Mr Carson.

Well, he keeps himselfto himself, and he's very hard to read at times,

I'd say she's about four months gone. It'll begin to show soon.

And to keep them in your house...

But it's made me think.

The doctor's gone, your lordship. But he's coming back after dinner.

Can we at least wait until after the garden party?

Please, make my excuses to your mother.

Would you have stayed, if I'd accepted you?

- She ought to go on the stage. - Really?

I think we should start the ices now.

All packed and ready.

And what if I did?

But he did see her?

So, you're his cousin and you'd like to be in touch?

- By poisoning it? - Will you stop that!

I don't like the sound of any of it. War is on the way.

- Ah, who was that? - I'm not sure.

Don't worry. O'Brien has me wrapped in silk and feathers.

How's that advertisement getting on for the new maid?

Well, not good enough to try it, apparently.

Here and everywhere else.

They know about hard work and long hours, that's for sure.

Who do you call if no one you know has got one?

Daisy, run and find Mrs Patmore. His lordship wants to see her in the library.

in the arms of a slut.

We got the young lady's letter, but the trouble is,

This is the hard part.

Not very well. In fact, we've decided to call it off.

Get up to the servery!

- She suggested coming over. - Oh, God.

Don't you think a war's coming?

Well, you're right ofcourse.

I mean, why would she want to leave me?

I know those men ofthe moral high ground.

And she gave you as a reference when you don't run a business, milady.

He'd been wounded.

And we thought the assassination of an Archduke was a surprise.

You'll hear no argument from me.

Could I ask you something, sir? Only, I get the feeling that a war's on the way.

Mr Carson, this probably isn't the moment,

Mr Molesley, what are you after?

You gave me the wrong cloth! Ow!