This is to makeup for not really posting as consistently as I promised. I will post again tomorrow as usual.
Chapter 4
Meanwhile, the downstairs household was having its afternoon tea. The topic at the table was the mysterious girl lying injured in a bed upstairs.
"That poor girl," exclaimed Anna Bates, head house maid and wife to Lord Grantham's valet. "It's a miracle if she survives."
"You don't think she may have walked in front of the car on purpose, do you?" asked Daisy. She couldn't imagine anyone trying to commit suicide, but she couldn't understand how the girl didn't see Mr. Crawley driving towards her.
"Of course not, Daisy. Don't be stupid," admonished Thomas. He couldn't stand Daisy's incessant questions and stupid theories. But he was curious about the girl. Something about the whole affair didn't seem right to him. The strange circumstances and the clothes they had found the girl in. She was hardly dressed. "Then again, Daisy, perhaps you were right. I mean, she was dressed quite scantily. If I were in her position, I don't think death would be that bad."
"That will be quite enough, Thomas," admonished Mrs. Hughes. Recently, they couldn't seem to escape sexual scandal. Between Ethel's situation and having to fire her latest maid, Mrs. Hughes was exhausted. Why can't there ever be a peaceful moment? She questioned. "We must not make assumptions. And it isn't appropriate for us to discuss the guests."
"Quite right, Mrs. Hughes," Mr. Carson announced his arrival. Everyone immediately stood up, as was customary, to greet the butler. "Our mysterious guest has woken up and Dr. Clarkson is seeing to her now. I expect you all to treat her with respect and to not disturb her rest."
All Mr. Carson truly wanted to know was how his little Mary was. However, it seemed, that had been forgotten for the moment and it would be impertinent of him to ask. He was sure that if anything had happen to Lady Mary, the whole town would have known by now. The questions burning in his mind would have to wait for now. This day has been strange, he thought. Little did Carson know, it was about to get much stranger.
