Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It won't kill me.

I play, too. I'm coming up for dinner tonight.

Papa's sister is always nagging him to send supplies to London,

- because she is concerned. - I suppose so, my lady.

Apples, lemons, butter...

I have been married, yes. But that's not all of it.

I do love you and I want to help.

And you've not been to a doctor?

- You don't deny it, then? - No, I don't deny it.

Everyone, put down your forks.

Where were you?

- Certainly not. - Is the remove ready to go up?

He'll mind if I tell him.

By the spirits of maids and footmen who died in slavery.

'Course I don't, you silly beggar.

that is uncomfortable for you.

Never mind what I thought. I was wrong. Good night.

Something involving Lady Mary.

Ifone ofyou knows anything about this,

but I do not quite fit their requirements. So it was all for nothing.

The Grantham Cup.

This is enchanting. Do we grow this?

- She was in love with him. - What happened?

- Is it all right to do the fire? - Why are you so late?

See, help's at hand.

I couldn't say, my lady. I don't know what Miss O'Brien means.

- It's idiotic, really. - Is this Lady Rosamond Painswick?

Congratulations!

She feels, in the past, I have been given the cup

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I know that pudding! I chose it 'cause I know it!

I don't suppose there's any chance that you could sort ofstart again?

And I don't deny you've a right to ask.

I was just polishing it before I put it back.

Sorry, Miss. But Mr Crump's staying over at the Skelton estate tonight.

- That's not the point. - No.

But why would it be?

Really, Mary, I wish you wouldn't talk like that.

They're rather marvellous, aren't they?

You know what all work and no play did for Jack?

- There's no reason you can't be friends. - No. No reason at all.

I could almost manage for a long time,

Why not concentrate on Edith? She needs all the help she can get.

Have you taken leave ofyour senses?

and forty years of boredom and duty just isn't possible for me.

every door in London will be slammed in your face.

- Hardly. - Last time I was there,

You have to admit it's quite funny.

- You must think us very disorganised. - Not at all.

wherever you look.

May I ask why you are sitting on Lady Sybil's bed?

Have you spoken to Lady Mary about this?

the poor Turkish gentleman, Mr Pamuk, and Lady Mary's room.

I hate this kind ofthing. I hope to God they find it.