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and Anna will take over tomorrow, until you find a replacement.

And the difference is? The difference is...

Thank you, Mrs Crawley.

Now, go to bed.

That awful Mr Lloyd George.

My dear, I know I'm right in this.

I didn't know what else to say. I had written her a good reference.

There's bad feeling between Braithwaite and Anna.

Maybe it was only ever there in his imagination.

What? Gone where? How should I know?

She hasn't yet decided whether to replace him or not,

How about some Dutch courage, Ivy? Why not come with me, tonight?

I'll see you there. I want to walk the plantations first.

What's going on there? I'm making the mousse for tonight.

I don't care how she puts it. It's absolutely disgraceful.

Right. Let's just leave it at that, shall we?

Don't worry. We're not having the wives.

Have you had any answers yet?

Well, at least he's in the dry.

"Lady Flintshire has booked my ticket for India

Would you, really? Why not?

and use that strength for another's good.

That's the difference.

I don't know. It's not signed.

What a day this has turned out to be.

That's what I'm trying to get used to.

What would you suggest?

Charlie Grigg is going to stay with Mrs Crawley?

Well, if George is owner of half the estate now,

He's not beyond a decent life, if he could find it.

She wants to save us a bit of elbow grease. You don't understand!

I don't know, but I'd better go with him if I want to find out.

I'll have to go. Of course you must go.

it would be if we could find someone local.

I can go for a walk, can't I?

But, it's raised my standards, do you see?

Well, it's this whole business with the repair shop.

I do forgive her.

But why would we need it?

I saw her go into her sitting room. Shall I fetch her?

Of course she is, but when it comes to decisions about the estate,

Her ladyship has lost a daughter and a son-in-law.

I want to try it. Then on your own head be it!

So, that's fun for tomorrow.

They always leave six months for the grave to settle.

If Lady Sybil had been an only child I believe I'd have died.

Oh, I can do that and I'll take her breakfast and dress her today,

Yes, but you stayed young.

It's my fault. I asked. Even so.

five years ago, never mind ten?

Mary, you've gone through a hideous time.

..where would we find you?

Well, I'm not sure how to start,

I cannot now let her think that Lady Sybil's husband was unworthy.

I'd rather not rely on that contraption.

That doesn't make you her friend.