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Would I have sat at breakfast with him next morning if it'd been him?
she fainted...and hit her head.
Do you think? I don't see why not. I'll fetch the eggs.
I'm on a sort of... reconnoitring expedition.
But don't worry. We won't keep you waiting.
I shouldn't worry, Mr Bates. She's got ever so much on her plate.
The sight of me is torture for her, which is torture for me.
I was writing to Tony Gillingham.
I wondered if you'd help me. We will, if we can.
Well, as I said...there's no need.
I don't know his name, so I can't tell it to you.
And left him in peace at the end of his life.
And a quick learner.
But I'm talking about the world Sybbie will grow up in.
When is it? The day after tomorrow. I'm going up in the morning.
He'll be fine. He knows his stuff.
Oh, don't worry. Miss Baxter'll sort that out. Give it here. Right.
Given to the late Lord Grantham by the King of Sweden.
and lucky to get even that? I'll say he'll do it.
But he'd better turn out to be all the things you say he is.
Or I'd've tried to help him.
Your Ladyship. How can I help?
and to hide it from us, then that tells me something.
Certainly.
I cannot make promises, but I will try and find something for you.
No.
No enemies downstairs neither.
Has anybody else been in here?
Oh! Oh, I'm...I'm so pleased.
No. You see, my mother was keen -
Of course.
Thank you. And you agree, even though he has no right to renew the lease?
Are they likely to survive, and so on. And are they?
But I want to do more with my life.
rather than being the daughter of an uppity chauffeur?
In fact... I'm moving back into the cottage.
In partnership with the Crawleys?
As I knew he would. Eventually.
What are you grinning about? What do you think? He's not going.
Be that as it may, the rent's not been paid for ages.
Well...it's your secret and not mine.
the great Monsieur Escoffier.
On your mother's life? She is dead. On her grave.
Mr Napier.
We have no way of tracing him.
He put me in a very...difficult...
and the Honourable Mabel Lane Fox,
Very generous, I must say (!)
But I weighed it against the power to do good that all employment brings.
The only poet peer I am familiar with is Lord Byron.
What do you make of her?
No. I don't think I would. You've changed me too much.
He may be nervous, it may be a daunting prospect, but he's got ambition.