I must say,this is very good.Does Lord Grantham have his own blend? Is that all? Not quite.You see,if you don't come back to me,I'm going to the newspapers with a cracking story and I'd like to bet the Grantham's won't survive it. Oh?And what nonsense is this? The nonsense I heard when I used your name to get a job with Lady Flintshire,his Lordship's cousin. I know who Lady Flintshire is. Well,when I arrived,her maid asked me if it was true.About Lady Mary Crawly and the Turkish diplomat.They thought I'd know,you see,being your wife. I hope you told them you knew nothing about. Oh…As if.I said,"Why don't you tell me what you think you know and I'll tell you if it's true".Goodness me.Wasn't my patience rewarded.The public's bored with the war,you see.They like gossip.And a diplomat dying in the bed of an earl's unmarried daughter,well,that takes the ticket for the tale of the year. It's a pack of lies. I assume that's loyalty and not ignorance.Because,you see,I heard that Lady Mary needed her maid to help her carry him and,yes,you've guessed it,your precious Anna's going to figure in the story,too.Not to worry too much.It's not a criminal offence,is it?Just a social one. You bitch. Please,be my guset.