Edith lay in bed unable to sleep, her thoughts full of Bertie and Marigold.
She could not believe after everything she had been though that she had let herself fall for that sweet gentle man.
She knew the moment she had decided to keep Marigold any hope no matter how small of her ever marrying was gone.
There was noway she could lie to a man she was going to marry and she knew that no man would want her and her bastard daughter.
But when she bumped into Bertie in London and he had nervously asked her out for a drink she did not have it in her heart to say no.
And if she was being honest with herself she rather liked the idea of of spending the night with someone who would not mock her or laugh at her.
She was getting rather fed up of Mary mocking her while Tom and the rest of her family smirked.
She thought it would be just one drink and that would be it. She never thought that the day would end with her sacking her editor and Bertie spending the night helping her get the magazine out on time.
Then when the letter arrived asking her if she would like to meet up in London she knew she should have said no but she really enjoyed his company.
She had enjoyed her night far more than she thought she would the more time she spent with Bertie the more interesting she found him.
But she knew tonight must be the last time they spent together, things had already gone too far and if she let things continue she risked Bertie finding out how unworthy she really was and she could not bare to see the look on his face, when he found out what sort of women she really was and what the consequences would be for Marigold.
So tomorrow she would go back to Downton and her Marigold and live the rest of her life and in time Berite would move on and forget all about her.
And because he would never find out the truth about her she would only have happy memories of their time together.
Which was the only thing she could really hope for.