He was also sure that he knew what she had tried to say, they should do, well, something, eat probably but he found that he just could not be bothered.
Elsie couldn't be bothered either, she was content to just sit there, humming softly smiling from ear to ear. Twisting a lock of hair around her finger lazily, round and round and round. Hypnotising Charles in his hazy state.
After an afternoon spend more productively and more respectably, they had a big dinner. Both eating with verve they were having a great time. Talking happily about their cottage and garden, how comfortable they both felt living there together.
Elsie remarked how that their living room looked like a combination of her parlour and his pantry. Charles looked around and found she was absolutely right.
It made him feel at home, his pantry had been his favourite place at the Abbey, his own little sanctuary but her parlour was everything that was real, everything that was important to him. It was her.
Even when she was not even there he would feel calmer the moment he'd stepped over her threshold.
The couple had confessed to each other that they both had had nerves about the move. Having lived at Downton for so long, only having one room to call your own, not actually really owning it, they had to adjust quite a bit.
From moving into a place they would own, a whole cottage to fill, to living there together, no longer sleeping alone.
Elsie felt everyone had been so focussed on Mr. Carson, how the great butler of Downton Abbey would have to leave his throne, his castle.
But what about her, a woman's place is in the home, isn't that what people say? Had nobody thought about what pressure she must be feeling, to keep house and for a man with Charles's standards no less.
Everyone knew how demanding Mr. Carson could be, a big tall tree with it's roots set, unbending to the winds of change.
Her husband had made no demands on her however, he was simply madly in love and lust and acting like it.
Beaming at her he had said that given the fact that they had not had a wedding photographer, they should get their portrait done now before they would have to return to work.
Elsie noticed his choice of words, would have to, it made her beam right back at him.
Further confessing that how he had longed for a photograph of her when away in London for the season. I would greatly miss seeing your beautiful face he had said.