Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Maybe he likes to keep a check on things. - Maybe.

I should not have thought a large drawing room much compensation.

This is an errand I have to do for myself.

Now, let me get on.

Matthew, it's torture for all of us.

I didn't think it was right to destroy a man's last words without reading them.

No, of course not. No.

Let me bring you up some breakfast.

What announcement? What about?

He thinks I don't know but, of course, I do.

The house is pretty, and we might make something of it.

Well, things are changing for us. And the vote won't be long now.

"so there is little chance of your reading this letter,

He'll have the results tomorrow.

I've kept back a few in bud. I'll be home for the dressing gong.

Hello, Granny. Isn't it exciting?

- You sent for me, milady? - Yes.

Isn't it time for the dressing gong, Mr Carson?

And I'm afraid she's fallen into a bad way, a very bad way.

"I have few intimates, and so I've decided in her name,

And do you know what they say, my darling?

- I'm afraid it is final. - Well, don't spoil Edith's day.

that Mary should have an Archbishop to marry her,

Are you sure you didn't write it?

"Please do not allow any grief, guilt or regret to hold you back in its employment.

Try not to worry.

What might that be, milady?

- It's not too bad. - It's not too bad downstairs.

Daisy posted it, the kitchen maid.

ls there anything I could say to make it better?

and that'll allow you the time to set it out properly.

Well, that's quite nice, really, in't it?

beyond removing all signs of a wedding and holding her hand while she recovers.

See, I told her everything would come right, but she wouldn't believe me.

Edith, I know we haven't always got along,

But I don't say anything to him, milady,

Friendly faces everywhere humble folks without temptation

Don't drag it out. Wish him well and let him go.

Good afternoon, my sweet one.

I know you're not happy, but Edith will be in the same county.

We're going in.

Don't stop him doing the only sensible thing he's come up with in months.

Do you, my darling?

I expect you're tired. It's a long day, up to London and back again.

I felt it was wrong.

I was here when she brought her son into the dining room.

We should go. Strallan won't be late. He never is, worse luck.

I already feel bad enough, and if I read his words,

only hours before she died.

you must promise not to breathe a word of it downstairs.

- We are gathered... - I can't do this.