All of a sudden someone clears their throat behind Charles and Elsie. They spring apart and turn to face the person who interrupted then. The Dowager Countess is standing there. "You two look cosy." The Dowager says cheekily.
"She was cold, Your Ladyship. I was only trying to keep her warm." Mr. Carson says desperately.
"You don't have to pretend with me, Carson. I see the way the two of you look at each other when you think no one is paying attention. I certainly won't tell anyone. You're entitled to a little romance too. Enjoy the rest of your evening, you two." Lady Violet says cheekily.
"Thank you, milady." Elsie says demurely.
"Are you going home, milady?" Charles asks as he observes the Dowager Countess.
"Yes I am, Carson. It's time to leave the party to the young people. I was going to wait for the car inside, but it's far too stuffy. By the way, Carson, I haven't claimed my New Year's kiss from you yet. I hope you don't mind, Mrs Hughes." The Dowager Countess says cordially.
Elsie certainly did mind, but she certainly wasn't about to say that. "No, of course not, Your Ladyship."
Charles leans over and kisses the Dowager Countess' cheek softly. He pulls away just as her car pulls up. "Happy New Year, milady."
"Happy New Year, Carson, Mrs Hughes." Lady Violet says as she climbs into the car.