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in stockings and gin?

- Old money bags, that's who.

- I think it's disgusting the way they all use him.

None of the rest of them have got the brains

to make the price of a packet of tea.

- Are you finished, Elsie?

- Yes, Mrs. Wilson.

- I've just got this hem to do.

- What's Lord Stockbridge like?

He thinks he's God Almighty.

They all do.

Why does this fork go on the right?

Because they eat the fish

with two of them.

- One in each hand.

- Why is that, then?

- Search me.

- What are you doing here?

- Just looking around.

- Mr. Jennings will be up in a minute.

If I were you,

I'd go and look around somewhere else.

- Is that what you'd do?

- That's exactly what I would do.

Then that's what I'll do.

- Something funny about that bloke.

- His accent for a start.

- What do you think his game is?

- I don't know.

Are you finished? What about

Lord Rupert Standish and Mr. Blond?

Her Ladyship said

not to wait for them.

The stuff's all ready if they turn up on time.

We can stick on two extra places in a jiffy.

When they arrive, you'll be

dressing Mr. Blond, Arthur.

- Mr. Blond'?

- Yes, Mr. Blond.

George, you'll have Lord Rupert.

If they're very late,

they can change by themselves,

and you can tidy up

when they're downstairs.

Is Mr. Nesbitt settled?

I'll go and finish

him off now, sir.

- And Mr. Novello?

- Mr. Weissman's man will attend to him.

Right.

After you're finished,

join me in the drawing room

with the drinks.

- What's the matter with you?

- Nothing.

Only I thought I'd be doing

Mr. Novello, that's all.

Now you won't get to see him

in his under drawers.

Never mind.

Better luck next time.

They're rather a mixed bunch.

That Mr. Weissman's very odd.

Apparently, he produces

motion pictures.

The Charlie Chan mysteries.

Or does he direct them?

I never know the difference.

Really?

I enjoy those, milady.

Ye... Mary.

I suppose it's fun

having a film star staying.

There's always so little to talk about

after the first flush of recognition.

And why has Freddie Nesbitt brought

that awful, common little wife of his?

I mean, Isobel only asked him

because a gun dropped out.

That's no excuse

to inflict her on us all.

Mary!

So what's the gossip

in the servants' hall?

- Um, nothing, milady.

- Hmm?

Nonsense.

Come on. Out with it.

Well, is it true

that Sir William...

could have married Lady Stockbridge

if he'd wanted to?

Is that what they're saying?

Only that Lord Carton was

after Sir William for one of them,

but he didn't care which.

What would you say if I told you...

they cut cards for him?

William, Lewis said you wanted me.

- Who's next to me at dinner?

- Oh, you know.

- Aunt Constance and Lavinia.

- Why do I have to have that bloody old trout all the time?

- I want Louisa.

- Do I have to explain the table of precedence again?

- I don't give a sh*t about precedence.

- Well, you always complain...

that people look down on you,

and then you behave like a peasant.

Now, tomorrow morning, I'll...

I'll breakfast in bed,

and then get straight up

into the tweeds.

- What shirt have you brought?

- Um, the green with the pink stripe.

Oh, no, dear. No.

That's quite wrong.

No, always something

very plain for country sports.

The one I had on today will do.

- But it's soiled.

- Yeah, well, you can wash it, can't you?

God. I hate shooting.

Why does one

have to do these things?

Has Constance asked for money yet?

- No.

- Raymond tells me...

she's been complaining that

her allowance isn't big enough.

Good mind to stop it completely.

I thought it was for her lifetime.

No, no.

- Will that be all, sir?

- Mmm.

I do wish that Anthony wasn't here.

Make sure I'm not

left alone with him, will you?

- Why?

- I'm pulling out of his scheme.

- Oh. Have you told him?

- No, and I'm not going to either.

Louisa said I should leave it

till next week.

Let him sob in private.

Go. Say hello to your mommy.

Go on.

Far be it from me

to contradict Louisa.

- Will there be anything else?

- Just get Pip. He might fall down the stairs.

Hey, hey, come here.

Come here.

Thank you, Elsie.

You keep hold of him.

- Is everything all right?

- Cheap dress, wrong shoes.

I'm making bricks without straw,

Mr. Probert, really.

You don't have any

spare hairpins, do you?

Yeah. I'm trying to get back to the room

for a second, and I can't find it.

It's the staircase

at the end of the corridor.

- Oh, thank you.

- Ah.

Oh, Pip.

Oh, thank you, Elsie.

Thank you. Oh!

You've got some hair on your dress.

- Thank you, sir.

- Yes.

Shut up, Mabel! There is

nothing going on between me and Isobel.

Can't you just tell me the truth?

You're a liar, Freddie.

- There is nothing...

- You are a liar!

Don't you call me a liar!

I found some pins, madam,

from Lady Trentham's maid.

Right.

We're supposed to be

downstairs already.

Well, you go on.

I'll be down in a minute.

Try and make her look respectable.

Oh, thank you.

Well... there's no harm in trying.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Jennings.

- Just Jennings, sir.

- All right.

Just Jennings.

Oh, by the way, I've booked

a telephone call to California,

and I'd appreciate it if you would

get me as soon as it comes through.

- Very good, sir.

- Thank you, Jennings.

You're not gonna provide

entertainment?

That's how you got your invitation.

Oh, no, don't get up.

- Please, go on.

- You look lovely in that dress, if I may say so.

What is it? I don't recognise it.

A little something I'm working on.

I can't imagine how one

ever goes about inventing a tune.

Where do you start?

It's rather difficult to say.

Well, I think

you're too clever for words.

- Good evening.

- Hello.

- Lovely dress.

- Thank you.

Hi.

How do you manage

to put up with these people?

Well, you forget I earn my living

by impersonating them.

Can I help you?

You know, I really enjoy the way

you do things, Mr. Jennings.

I beg your pardon?

- What is it, Henry'?

- Nothing.

I just wanted to be sure

you had everything you need, sir.

Yes, I do.

Thank you.

It's wonderful to find a servant these days who

really shows an interest, don't you think?

Sir.

Come on, girls. Sit down.

Tuck in. We've got 20 minutes.

Shuffle along. Here he comes.

- Everything satisfactory, Mr. Jennings?

- Yes, thank you, Dorothy.

They have their drinks. I think we can all

take our leisure for half an hour or so.

- What's this?

- I believe this is my place, Mr. Jennings.

And since when did a baroness

outrank a countess?

Miss Trentham, would you

take the place of honor, please?

Miss Trentham?

I'm all right here,

Mr. Jennings. Thank you.

Go on.

Don't keep him waiting.

Ah, Miss Meredith.

Would you come and sit on my left?

Naturally, I'm nothing when

there are visitors in the house.

- Never mind. I'm used to it.

- Good evening, Mrs. Wilson.

Good evening.

For what we are about to receive,

may the Lord make us truly grateful.

Right. Start when you get it.

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