Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is it an Irish tradition?

You can't object to that?

When you see a pic of Munisihi

The father, Lord Merton, is Mary's godfather, but Larry Grey used to be keen on me

Darling, we will know him. We'll know him and value him, I promise.

Oh, there's no need. We know it was not your fault.

How terrible for you.

Friends, though there weren't too many, tradesmen, acquaintances...

Well, if they really promised, you should withdraw your services.

For every Escoffier or Monsieur Caréme,

How democratic. It makes me think maybe I've been mistaken in you.

I'll hire a replacement in London and then I'll come home instead.

Downton must go.

His Lordship would never call her "Mary" when talking to me. Never.

You'd ask, wouldn't you?

I'm glad to find you here, because I want to apologise for last night.

Carson and Mrs Hughes, the world has moved on since last we met.

Oh, come on, Edith. That's not like you. You could always take a joke.

- You're next, darling. You'll see. - Will I?

So, what did the lawyer want? I presume he turned up.

And then they go to the South of France.

But young Alfred is to make the great leap in one bound?

Please take off your coat.

- Anyway, I hope not. - Why?

I want to thank you for what you did last night.

But please don't talk about Ireland all the time.

- I'd have settled for Travis. - Hmm.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't turn into somebody else just to please you.

very, very good luck, my beautiful daughter.

Oh, well, well. I've heard of those journeys on my side of the water.

So he's left you something?

Papa was the one who wanted a Prince of the Church.

I only walked over for a cup of tea and a chat, and I've outstayed my welcome.

How are you getting on with your new companion?

The panic that a dinner won't be ready or a frock isn't ironed,

When I'm with her, I'm reminded of the virtues of the English.

Mary had a letter this morning. Papa doesn't know yet.

- I won't look at you. - It'd be unlucky if you did.

What about Anna? How are you going to get to the church?

Charles Hays was the presiding genius, and since he died the management has not...

We moved it out to clean and there it was.

But how long will that take?

we felt I ought to be the one to tell you.

Golly. What a night for the county to feed off.

Good afternoon, milady, that is, Lady Grantham.

We'd better stick together.

But if he died first, then I do.

I suppose he can speak for himself.

No, it is not an interview, Miss O'Brien, but he is on trial.

I've had a letter from my sister, asking after a job for her son and...

- I mean to try, Mr Carson. - As long as you do.