Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm afraid I let some ofthe servants go down to the fair, my lord.
We have to make you look like a successful, professional woman.
- Good night, Mrs Hughes. - Good night, Mrs Hughes.
Can I look in afterwards?
- This is very late for me. - Oh, not yet.
apart from French and how to curtsey.
- Won't you miss Ireland? - Ireland, yes. But not the job.
We'd all be in a state ofcollapse whenever we opened a newspaper.
Ah! Thank you.
Possibilities, too, and I was blind to them. I was determined not to let it change me.
Just a sister in Lytham St Annes.
Do you mean it?
She hasn't got a brother or we'd know it by now.
Oh, don't worry about that. I can handle her.
He's funny and handsome,
Housekeepers and cooks are always "Mrs".
Anna, there you are. You know I'm out tonight?
Poor Mary, she's been terribly down in the mouth lately.
No one can open that door except Mrs Hughes.
But how am I going to get there? They won't let me take a day off.
it should be yours without question, but I did not.
And this is solution of nitrate ofsilver. Rub a little in, morning and night.
Branson, you'll be taking Lady Sybil to Ripon tomorrow.
Have you been using anything new to polish the silver or the shoes?
Well, I'm all for that.
You've got a wonderful library.
Really?
There's a few of us going later on.
You are my darling daughter and I love you,
It seems rather unlikely, a revolutionary chauffeur.
Poor Mr Molesley. How's it going?
He's not a ladies' man.
And he was horrible and fat and red-faced,
He can't have been drinking port since we left.
That'll be the day.