Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mary's share is only for her life.

To apologise. You have nothing to apologise for.

How do people have time to write when the week is just beginning?

Carson can find me a chair.

And so must she.

As a matter of fact, it does.

Come in, Mr Grigg. Mrs Hughes has told me all about you.

Besides, she's in such a fragile state,

She might cheat and take us to the Ritz, but that was about it.

I ought to pack.

Edith can preside.

I won't sleep now.

Well, I... I don't want to bother Mary.

We were very fond of Mr Crawley, you know, my lady.

I'll dress you today, m'lady,

Haven't they closed the workhouses?

..then you're not a mother any more.

I find it hard to overlook yours.

You did something wrong.

She couldn't do much with it even if she wanted to.

I have a feeling I've double booked. It's this Saturday, isn't it?

She is leaving today. What? Not another one.

Mr Carson, he's in the workhouse!

And he won't listen to you on the subject?

You will fetch a maid and prepare a room.

And she really gave no clue?

If you and I were to vouch for him to the authorities,

You took a letter out of my waste paper basket

She's seeing that publisher. Is it serious?

It looked to me as if you were about to drop it.

Well, I did, but when I wrote back, I heard nothing more.

but Molesley can still take an active part.

Don't you want to know how he is?

and I didn't want you to have nothing to open if he did.

We'll let her come back and we'll make sure that she behaves herself.

Isn't that enough for me to deal with?

A card, m'lady? For a job asking for applicants.

Being a nanny you're not one of the family but not one of us either.

Why isn't she coming here?

She might be useful.

Mr Branson. Mr Carson.

Couldn't you wait for the replies to the advertisement, m'lady,

I'd almost forgotten I had either energy or kindness in me.

I'm taking Master George out for some air, m'lady,

That's the law.

You don't know that.

Then what are we to do?

Very, very sad.

What's so funny? Nothing, Mr Bates.

I don't blame her.

Who would have thought such a thing?

Oh, my Lord, what have you done? She got a bit tiddly down the pub.

But it didn't occur to you it might not be your concern WHY I was upset?

How are you, Ivy?

You're not anything, really.