Standing at the window of Mrs. Trenchard’s dressing room, her breath fogging the pane, she strained to see the activity in the street below. The Countess, in an elegant plumed hat and carrying a parasol, was leaning forward to give instructions to her coachman. Next to her in the barouche, also p...
I say 'from Damian' but in fact Bassett's modest, unassuming voice greeted me down the receiver. 'Mr Baxter was wondering . . .' He paused nervously and I began to wonder what Damian could be wondering that would give me such offence, but the answer, when it came, was mild, 'if you might possibly...
DRAWING ROOM. DOWNTON. DAY. Mrs Hughes sweeps in. Gwen is placing some flowers, and other maids are finishing off the room. In all of these early scenes, there is a sense of hurry and fluster. MRS HUGHES: Come on, come on! You should be done here! They’ll be back from the station any second now! ...