Lady Edith: (Approaching her sister, Lady Mary, at the Downton Village Flower Show.) Why was cousin Matthew in such a hurry to get away?
Lady Mary: Don't be stupid.
Lady Edith: I suppose you didn't want him when he wanted you and now, it's the other way around. You have to admit, it's quite funny.
Lady Mary: I'll admit if I ever wanted to attract a man, that I'd steer clear of those clothes and that hat.
Lady Edith: You think yourself so superior, don't you?
Lady Mary: (Groaning in frustration, she walks away from Lady Edith.)
Lady Edith: (Speaking softly but venomously to herself.) I think that she who laughs last, laughs longest.
Daisy: (Having been brought to Lady Edith's room by O'Brien to be questioned as to her thoughts regarding Mr Pamuk's death, she is clearly very nervous.) I couldn't say, my lady. I don't know what Miss O'Brien means. I didn't see nothing. Well... Not much...
Lady Edith: O'Brien, I wonder if you might leave us? (Pausing as O'Brien somewhat reluctantly leaves the room.)
Now, it's Daisy, isn't it?
Daisy: Yes, my lady.
Lady Edith: I'm sure you see O'Brien only acted as you did because she is concerned.
Daisy: I suppose so, my lady.
Lady Edith: She seems to think that you are in possession of some knowledge that is uncomfortable for you because if that is the case, then I don't think it fair on you. (Daisy begins to cry.)
Why should you be burdened with Mary's secret? My dear, my heart goes out to you, it really does. (Sitting on the bed next to Daisy, Lady Edith puts an arm around her shoulders as if to comfort her.)
You've been carrying too heavy a burden for too long. Just tell me and I promise you'll feel better.
Daisy: (Off camera, Daisy unwillingly tells Lady Edith her story, unaware of the malice for Mary, behind Edith's concern.)
O'Brien: (Walking into a room where Edith is seated, writing a letter.) Sorry to bother you, my lady. But your mother wanted you to know Lady Sybil's back. She's changing now so dinner won't be late, after all.
Lady Edith: What happened to her?
O'Brien: The horse went lame.
Lady Edith: (After turning back to her letter, she glances up again to see that O'Brien is still hovering in the room.) Is there anything else?
O'Brien: There is something that's been troubling me. You remember the Turkish gentleman, Mr Pamuk. The one who died all sudden-like?
Lady Edith: Of course I remember.
O'Brien: Well, it's Daisy, my lady. The kitchen maid. Only, she's been talking recently as if she had ideas about Mr Pamuk's death.
Lady Edith: What sort of ideas?
O'Brien: Well, I've no proof and maybe I'm wrong. But I've a sense she knows something but won't say what. Something involving Lady Mary.
Lady Edith: How absurd. What could she know.
O'Brien: Whatever it is, she won't say. Not to us anyway.
Lady Edith: Have you spoken to Lady Mary about this?
O'Brien: I didn't like to, my lady. It seemed impertinent somehow, but I thought someone in the family ought to know about it.
Lady Edith: Quite right. Bring the girl to my room, tomorrow, after breakfast.
Carson: (Entering Lady Sybil's bedroom to find Gwen sitting on the bed, with Anna hovering over her and Daisy, who has not had any breakfast, holding Lady Sybil's biscuit jar.) Gwen? May I ask why you are sitting on Lady Sybil's bed?
Gwen: Well, you see, I had a turn, like a burst of sickness, just sudden-like. I had to sit down.
Anna: It's true.
Carson: Well, you'd better go and lie down. I'll tell Mrs Hughes.
Gwen: No, I don't need to interrupt her morning. I'm sure I'll be fine if I could just put my feet up.
Carson: How many bedrooms have you still got to do?
Anna: Just one. Lady Edith's.
Carson: And you can manage on your own.
Anna: Well, she's no use to man or beast in that state. Go on. Shoo.
Carson: (Glancing up to notice Daisy.) Daisy, may I ask why you are holding Lady Sybil's biscuit jar?
Daisy: (Stammering out a response.) Em... I was just... Polishing it... Before I put it back.
Carson: See that you do.
Cora: No one ever warns you about bringing up daughters. You think it's going to be like Little Womenand instead they're at each other's throats from dawn 'til dusk.
Cora is referring to the novel Little Women, written by Louisa May Alcott. Published in the 1860s, the story chronicles four sisters, who get along rather well with one another despite the difficulty of getting older.
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