Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, thank you, milord.
You must stay here ifyou want,
That is why people accept the story.
They're just our employers. They're not our flesh and blood.
Oh, please make your notes, dear Mr Bromidge.
Ooh, I think we can manage without any help from Mrs Bird.
Pretty, though, isn't it?
Give me a moment.
and has good speeds in typing and Pitman shorthand.
You've shown me I've been living in a dream, and it's time to return to real life.
Then perhaps we should find another supplier.
My dear, is there anything you're not telling me?
Yes. But I find it very odd.
- You don't want much, do you? - What were you doing?
There are worse crimes on earth than loyalty.
and they'll take it from there.
taking my wallet out of my change coat.
Ten bloody years!
Wait here, please.
Why odd?
You'll be good enough to show her how things work.
His wife, Vera.
and I think I may have a place there for you, under Colonel Cartwright.
Let me get this clear, at Sybil's ball you said you'd give me your answer
I think this is black and white.
But is there anything else I can do to be useful?
Because I very much regret to announce....... that I forgot the keys of my car!
- Who told you? - Someone who knows that you did.
- Do your neighbours have one? - Yes, they do, in London anyway.
It was a boy.
Ten years of my life, that's what I've given her.
I didn't want to bother her ladyship, ifshe's not well...
- About an interview? - Ah, yes.
Just helping out.
There's no need to shout, thank you. I'm not deaf.
- Because I'm not. - That's the point.
Here, in the outer hall.
Not at all. But the telephone is here now,
You're lucky.
I don't think that.
How are your wedding plans going?
Yes, I should think very carefully about a lot ofthings.
Oh, we are, sir, but that brings its problems.
And she's not been in touch with Cousin Matthew?
to see an eye specialist at Moorfields.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
You see, I went to call on Mr Bates's mother...
But you can't leave Downton.
William and I can manage here now.
It'll be very hard on Mr Crawley.
I cannot speak of it, milord.
She'd never throw him over!