January 27, 2013 | 0 Comments
Edith: The editor of The Sketch wants me to write for him. He saw my letter to The Times and wants to give me a regular column.
Edith: The editor of The Sketch wants me to write for him. He saw my letter to The Times and wants to give me a regular column.
Sir Phillip: Anxiety is an enemy to pregnancy.
Matthew: I think he harks business with being mean, or worse; middle class, like me.
Miss O’Brien: You better ask Mr. Barrow. He’s the clock expert. He’s the clock expert, but of course, it’s quite wrong for a valet to do…
Matthew: Downton is being mismanaged, cousin Violet, and something must be done. The thing is, how do I do it without putting people’s…
Violet: He looks like a footman in a musical review.
Mrs. Hughes: What chance is there for a woman like her? She’s taken the road to ruin. There’s no way back.
Ethel: I think you love my son, Mr. Bryant. I don’t think you’re a nice one or a kind one, but I think you love my son, so you’ll be…
Tom: We all live in a harsh world. But at least I know I do.
Tom: They turned everyone out of the castle. Lord and Lady Dromgoole, their sons and all the servants. And then they set fire to it….