[EXT. DOWNTOWN, FRONT DOOR - DAY]

　　[Branson pulls the car up to the front door. Bates steps out of the front seat and walks to Anna. William collects the luggage.]

　　ANNA

　　Why didn't you say you were coming?

　　MR BATES

　　I didn't know till today.

　　[Branson hands Mary out of the car.] LADY MARY

　　Anna, I borrowed a case from Lady Rosamund. I bought some things while I was in London.

　　ANNA

　　Very good, milady.

　　INT. KITCHENS - DAY]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Well, it would be our secret. A surprise. You don't mind, do you?

　　MRS PATMORE (flustered) Oh, it's not that I mind, milady.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　And I only need the basics. How to boil an egg. How to make tea.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Don't you know how to make tea?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Not really.

　　[The servant girls giggle.] LADY SYBIL

　　You're right. It is a joke. But when I start my course, I don't want to be a joke. Will you help me?

　　DAISY

　　Of course we will, won't we?

　　MRS PATMORE

　　If you say so. Let's get started.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Do you know how to fill a kettle?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Everyone knows that.

　　[Sybil takes the kettle from Mrs Patmore and goes to the tap. She opens the valve and water sprays all over. The servants laugh.]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Not everyone, apparently.

　　[INT. LARGE PARLOUR - DAY]

　　[The band begins to practice while Mr Carson straightens the chairs.]

　　[INT. KITCHENS - DAY]

　　[Anna puts a box on the table and nearly runs into Bates on her way out.]

　　MR BATES

　　When can I talk to you?

　　ANNA

　　After the concert. Outside in the courtyard. There's bound to be a gap before they start dinner. [Daisy clears the kitchen table.]

　　DAISY

　　Are you going up for the concert?

　　WILLIAM

　　Maybe. Can I sit with you?

　　DAISY

　　Don't be daft. We've got dinner to make. I've not got time for concerts.

　　WILLIAM

　　I've had a letter from my dad. He won't change his mind. He says he can live with it if I get called up, as there's nothing we can do, but if I enlist and anything happens, he'll never get over it.

　　DAISY

　　He loves you.

　　WILLIAM

　　He may love me, but he doesn't own me. He's not being fair. [William exits frustrated.]

　　[INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM]

　　[Anna finishes Mary's hair while Sybil sits on the bed; Cora and Edith sit in chairs.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Glad to be back?

　　LADY MARY

　　I'm never sure. When I'm in London, I long for Yorkshire, and when I'm here, I ache to hear my heels clicking on the pavement. I'd forgotten about this nightmare concert. Why didn't you warn me? I'd have come back tomorrow.

　　LADY EDITH (gloats)

　　But you'd have missed Matthew. [Mary pauses in surprise.]

　　I was going to tell you. Matthew's on leave and he's in the village, so Papa and I thought it would be a good time to mend our fences. He's coming tonight with Isobel.

　　LADY EDITH (still gloating) And his fiancé.

　　LADY MARY

　　What?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Edith. I don't know how helpful you're being.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Matthew's engaged. He's brought her to Downton to meet his mother. [Mary listens in continued surprise.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Well, how marvellous.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　You don't mind?

　　LADY MARY

　　Why should I? We're not going to marry, but I don't want him to spend the rest of his life in a cave.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Exactly what Papa and I feel. Please try to be happy for him.

　　LADY MARY

　　Of course I'm happy! Good luck to him. [Edith smirks at Mary's brave face.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Anyway, there's someone I want you all to meet. Have you ever come across Richard Carlisle?

　　LADY EDITH

　　Sir Richard Carlisle? The one with all those horrid newspapers?

　　LADY MARY

　　We met at Clifton.

　　LADY EDITH (scoffs) But how old is he?

　　LADY MARY

　　Old enough not to ask stupid questions. Anyway, I can't wait for you to know him. If only Papa hadn't closed down the shoot.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Most people have stopped shooting now that the war's on. But I'm sure Papa will be happy to have Sir Richard come and stay.

　　[Cora and Sybil rise to leave.]

　　LADY EDITH

　　Are you? I shouldn't have thought he was Papa's type at all.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　You coming?

　　LADY MARY

　　I'll be down in a minute.

　　[The family leaves and Anna turns to Mary.] ANNA

　　Are you all right, milady?

　　LADY MARY

　　Oh, Anna.

　　[Mary breaks down crying. Anna puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.]