You shouldn't have eaten with us.The chauffeur always eats in his own cottage.Steady on. You can cut him a bit of slack on his second day.I'm waiting to take old Lady Grantham home.Even then, Taylor never ate with us.You're taking advantage of Mrs Hughes' absence.What are you doing?I'm sorting the collars.Removing the ones that have come to an end.What happens to his lordship's old clothes?What's it to you? Clothes are a valet's perk, not a chauffeur's.I get some but mostly it goes into the missionary barrel.I know it's meant to be kind but I can think of better ways of helping the needy than sending stiff collars to the equator.I thought Anna might have come down for her dinner.And show she's ready to start work again? Not a chance.Is she still in bed, then?She is.While I'm sat here sewing like a cursed princess in a fairy tale and not down at the fair with the others.
