John discovered, upon talking to Lord Grantham, that Anna's worsening condition had not gone unnoticed upstairs. Just that morning, Lady Mary had been to see him about Anna's worsening health, wondering if Dr Clarkson should be sent for.
"My dear fellow, we had no idea she had been so unhappy here."
"I don't think she realised either M'lord. Not until she had been away for a while."
"But do you really think a break will be what she needs to sort it out?"
"I hope so, M'lord. At any rate it will give us some time to discuss our options and find ways to help her back to herself."
"Don't say another word, it's rare that the two of you take any leave allowance, you're both overdue for it."
"Then you can spare us for a weekend, M'lord?"
"A weekend? You insult me, dear fellow. Take the whole week."
John felt the smile spread across his face, as what was left of his professional decorum shattered.
"Tha...thank you very much M'lord."
"It's quite alright Bates. Thomas can see to me and I'm sure Baxter will take care of Mary as well as Cora for a little while. Edith's in London so much, she scarcely needs looking after here any more. We shall hold the fort until you return. And I hope you shall."
"So do I M'lord. So do I."