[INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING]
[Mary is standing up facing Robert.]
What do you mean, "you knew"?
I hoped it would blow over. I didn't want to split the family when Sybil might still wake up.
And all the time, you've been driving me about, bowing and scraping and seducing my daughter behind my back?
I don't bow and scrape! And I've not seduced anyone! Give your daughter some credit for knowing her own mind!
How dare you speak to me in that tone. You will leave at once.
This is a folly! A ridiculous, juvenile madness!
[Violet holds up her hand.]
Sybil, what do you have in mind?
Mama, this is hardly—
[Violet holds up her hand.]
No. She must have something in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn't have summoned him here tonight.
Thank you, Granny. Yes, we do have a plan. Tom's got a job on a paper. I'll stay until after the wedding; I don't want to steal their thunder.
[Sybil indicates Mary and Lavinia.]
But after that, I'll go to Dublin.
To live with him? Unmarried?
I'll live with his mother while the bans are read. And then we'll be married... [Sybil and Branson gaze into each other's eyes.]
And I'll get a job as a nurse.
What does your mother make of this?
If you must know, she thinks we're very foolish.
So at least we have something in common.
[Robert, who has been facing the wall, whips around and storms into the centre of the room.]
I won't allow it! I will not allow my daughter to throw away her life!
You can posture it all you like, Papa, it won't make any difference!
Oh, yes, it will.
How? I don't want any money and you can hardly lock me up until I die! I'll say goodnight. But I can promise you one thing, tomorrow morning nothing will have changed. Tom.
[Sybil gives him a look to follow her out, leaving the rest of them in a state of shock.]
[INT. ETHEL'S HOUSE - DAY]
He's not coming here.
[Ethel folds up Mr Bryant's note.]
I don't want him to see this place. I won't have him pity me.
The question is, are you prepared to let them into Charlie's life?
I suppose so, yes.
Good. I'll ask them to Downton for Monday at four. And this time, it'll be all above board.
[INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY]
Can't have expected to live here free forever.
I didn't expect to get booted out.
You'll have to find some work.
It's not that easy. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry's looking for work these days and they don't all have a hand like a Jules Verne experiment.
Mr Branson, I know it wasn't easy last night.
We should've spoken out long ago.
Spoken out about what?
Oh, why not? Lady Sybil and I are getting married.
[Carson enters and the servants stand.]
Have you no shame?
I'm sorry you feel like that, Mr Carson. You're a good man. But no, I have no shame. In fact, I have great pride in the love of that young woman and I will strive to be worthy of it.
I will not disgrace myself by discussing the topic, and nor will anyone else. Now, if you will go, Mr Branson, we will continue with our day. Leave an address where we may forward what is owing to you.
No problem there, Mr Carson. I'll be at the Grantham Arms in the village until Lady Sybil is ready to make her departure. I bid you all a good day.
Is it really true--?
Please. I have asked for silence and silence I will have.
[INT. GREAT HALL - DAY]
[Lavinia puts a record on the gramophone as Violet enters the house.]
What on earth is it?
A gramophone. Some cousins of mine have given it to us.
I should stand well clear when you light blue touchpaper.
[INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY]
[Violet enters while Edith is sorting the wedding presents.]
All on your own?
I've left space at the front for jewels. I know Lavinia's getting something from Papa.
And from me. Though she's so slight, a real necklace would flatten her.
[Edith and Violet chuckle.]
What news of Sybil?
Papa is with her now.
I'm afraid it'll end in tears.
Maybe. But they won't be Sybil's.
I used to think that Mary's beau was a misalliance, but compared to this, he's practically a Hapsburg.
[Edith smiles for a moment.]
Oh, don't worry. Your turn will come.
Will it? Or am I just to be the maiden aunt? Isn't this what they do? Arrange presents for their pretty relations?
Don't be defeatist, dear, it's very middle class. Now, I better go up and support your father.