Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am sorry to hear that.

Is there any cheese, Mrs Patmore?

You do realise that for most people it looks like a fairy palace?

And he should have, if the country hadn't gone soft.

But I am perfectly capable...

I beg your pardon?

I don't know what to say, milady.

I'm afraid not.

I still won't take your money.

Will there be anything more, milady?

I never thought I'd feel sorry for an earl's daughter.

- Are you sure you can manage this? - Quite sure, Mr Carson.

There's a lot of bastards in here.

Is there something I can do for you?

And you don't want to read that?

Nor do any of us, for that matter.

- I won't sleep a wink. - Tonight or tomorrow?

That, if you are ill, you are welcome here for as long as you want to stay.

I'm going down later.

We started talking, and she said she'd written a letter.

I'll come through in a minute.

He gave me a letter from Swire.

one way or the other.

Not until it's confirmed.

Sybil, pregnant. Mary, probably pregnant.