Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Golly, my corset's tight.
Because it's Sybil's turn.
- Go to bed at once. - Yes, Mrs Hughes.
- You speak as ifwe had a choice. - Thank you, Branson.
- How long before it's better? - Erysipelas is very hard to cure.
My fortune is the work ofothers, who laboured to build a great dynasty.
- Where are they all? - Busy, I suppose.
He was still a nice man. He is still a nice man.
A very great deal.
Thought I'd have a go before I went home. How about you?
I cannot feel it will make for a very restful retirement, can you?
Ofcourse, darling. As long as you choose what I choose.
Shall I take your plates, then?
so he's turned it to grass.
Mmm.
Well, ifyou can, you must have learned to very recently.
I'm waiting to take old Lady Grantham home.
Just for a moment. I've brought you something.
lfyou wait in the library, I'll tell Papa you're here.
Oh, is her cooking so precisely timed? You couldn't tell.
- You could stay here ifyou married Matthew. - You know my character, Father.
I hope I'm not a disappointment.
- Not that I'm aware of. - We'll walk round to the hospital tomorrow.
- Where do you think she's gone? - None ofyour business.
This should do it.
Haven't you got anything to do?
According to the wine book, we should still have six dozen ofthis,
from one side ofthe house to the other, then you don't know her at all.
I'm sorting the collars. Removing the ones that have come to an end.
It's Lady Grantham.
Because ofthe people who'll live in them.