Brothers United: A Time of War Part Four

Over the next four months, Tom found himself with his hands full, juggling his responsibilities at Downton Abbey with his personal mission to prepare Thomas for his upcoming role as an officer. The days seemed to blur together as he threw himself into this dual effort, driven by his deep love for his brother and an unwavering determination to help him succeed.

Securing a precious day off from his chauffeur duties at Downton was no small feat, but Tom had managed it with a single purpose in mind: to visit Thomas and ensure he had everything he needed for his officer training. He had meticulously planned this visit, methodically packing all the uniform purchases and other essential equipment that Thomas would require. Despite having Thomas's measurements, he knew that adjustments might still be needed to guarantee a perfect fit.

Tom's anticipation was palpable as he imagined the look of surprise and joy that would cross Thomas's face when he presented him with these essential items. He hoped that this gesture would not only boost Thomas's morale but also instil in him a newfound sense of confidence as he embarked on this remarkable journey. Tom envisioned his brother proudly wearing his new uniforms, with only the rank pins and insignia left to acquire.

In addition to his dedication to Thomas, Tom had been working diligently on a plan to advance his own ambitions. He had recently secured a semi-regular position as a foreign correspondent for a prominent Danish newspaper. This opportunity would necessitate a move to London, bringing him closer to Thomas. While the specifics of Thomas's assignment were yet to be revealed, it was possible that he might receive a living allowance to secure accommodations, which meant both brothers had been scouring London's newspapers for available two-bedroom flats. However, they refrained from making any final decisions until they had a clearer understanding of Thomas's posting. Tom was even prepared to live in a boarding house temporarily if it would bring him closer to his brother.

Tom relished his role as a foreign correspondent, knowing it would allow him to utilise his education and writing skills to report on the war from a unique perspective. It was demanding work, but it offered him the chance to establish himself as a journalist and build a reputation in the field. Combined with the freelance work he had been doing for the past three years, it promised a decent income and the flexibility to follow Thomas wherever his duty called him.

Tom was resolved to seize this opportunity for the betterment of both his career and Thomas's future. He understood that the financial support he could provide would be invaluable during these uncertain times, and he was willing to put in the hard work necessary to ensure that they both had a brighter path ahead.

As the day of Tom's departure approached, there was a tangible sense of both anticipation and melancholy hanging over Downton Abbey. Tom had been an integral part of the household for some time now, and his impending departure weighed heavily on the hearts of those who had come to know and respect him.

Tom had made sure to keep both Mrs. Patmore and Mrs. Hughes informed of his plans. He held a great deal of affection for both women and didn't want them to be unduly worried about his well-being. The two ladies had come to regard Tom as not just a fellow employee, but as a trusted friend, and they had been supportive of his aspirations, even if they didn't always align with the traditional roles of a chauffeur.

The other servants in the household had been aware that Tom's employment at Downton would only be extended for a further four months, given his brother's enlistment in the army. They had understood that his departure was inevitable, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. Tom had been a respected colleague and had earned the admiration of many for his intelligence, strong work ethic, and, above all, his kind and considerate nature.

Tom stood nervously outside Lord Grantham's study, clutching his resignation letter in his hand. He had decided it was time to move on from his role as the Downton Abbey chauffeur, given his brother Thomas's enlistment in the army. Tom believed that his skills could be better utilised elsewhere, and he wanted to ensure he was there to support Thomas in his military career.

With a deep breath, Tom knocked on the door and entered the study, where Lord Grantham was sitting at his desk, reviewing some documents. He looked up, surprised to see Tom.

"Ah, Branson, what brings you here?" Lord Grantham inquired.

Tom cleared his throat before he spoke. "My lord, I've come to tender my resignation," he began, his voice steady but with a hint of sadness.

Lord Grantham raised an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face. "Resignation? So soon, Branson? You've been a valuable member of the household staff."

Tom nodded. "I appreciate your kind words, my lord, but it's time for me to move on. My brother, Thomas, training with the army is almost, and I want to be there to support him during his military service. As he has be informed that he will be stationed in London, I am hoping I will be able to live close by or that we can share a flat together."

Lord Grantham regarded Tom with understanding in his eyes. "I see," he said, a note of sadness in his voice. "I understand the importance of family, Branson. You have my blessing to leave your position at the end of July."

Tom let out a relieved breath, thankful for Lord Grantham's understanding. "Thank you, my lord. That means a great deal to me."

Lord Grantham leaned forward, his expression softening. "And, Branson, when your brother returns for a weekend before his departure for his duty station, please extend my wishes to him for a successful military career. I would like to wish him well in person."

A grateful smile played on Tom's lips. "I will convey your sentiments, my lord. Thomas would appreciate that."

Lord Grantham paused for a moment before speaking again. "And do let me know how you both fare in London. It's good to hear that you plan to share a flat. I hope you find success and happiness in your new endeavours."

Tom nodded, touched by Lord Grantham's kindness. "Thank you, my lord. Your support means a great deal to us."

With that, Lord Grantham extended his hand, and Tom shook it warmly. It was a bittersweet moment, as Tom prepared to bid farewell to Downton Abbey and embark on a new chapter in his life, supporting his brother and pursuing his own dreams in London.

Even Lord Grantham, who had once been a staunch believer in the rigid class system, appeared to be genuinely sad to see Tom go. Over time, he had come to recognise Tom's exceptional qualities, and he had even taken the time to read several of Tom's articles that had been published in the local York newspaper. While they often held differing political views, Lord Grantham couldn't help but appreciate the skill and eloquence with which Tom articulated his perspectives. Tom's departure was a loss not only to the household but to the intellectual conversations and debates that occasionally unfolded within the confines of the motor, during their many drives together.

As the day of departure drew near, there was a sense of bittersweet farewell in the air at Downton Abbey. Tom had left an indelible mark on the place and its people, and his absence would be keenly felt by all who had come to know and respect him.

As Tom made preparations for his imminent departure from Downton Abbey, he found himself wrestling with unexpected emotions, particularly when it came to Lady Mary. He had come to realise just how much he cherished their intellectual exchanges and spirited disagreements during their many motor rides together. It was a connection he hadn't anticipated and one that tugged at his heart more than he cared to admit.

While Tom had always been aware of Thomas's annoyance and teasing regarding his interactions with the Crawley daughters, especially Sybil and Mary, he hadn't fully comprehended the depth of his own feelings. It was a delicate matter, considering his position as a chauffeur and the vast divide in social status between them. He also recognised the complexity of Lady Mary's own feelings, entangled with societal expectations and her cousin, Lieutenant Crawley.

In early July, Tom was approached by Lady Mary during one of his walks back from the nearby farms. He had just finished a driving lesson with the farmer's fourteen-year-old son, and the two of them had been discussing the future. Tom's departure was looming, and Lady Mary sensed the need to broach the subject.

"I hear you will be leaving soon?" Lady Mary began, her voice filled with curiosity.

Tom nodded respectfully. "Yes, My Lady. I will be moving to London, where I will start my job with the Danish newspaper."

Lady Mary's surprise was evident as she inquired further, "A Danish newspaper? It's such a strange choice. I didn't know you even spoke Danish."

Tom hesitated, for discussing his background and family history was always a sensitive topic. The Crawley's, both upstairs and downstairs, were aware that he and Thomas were illegitimate, but the details of their birth were rarely explored. It was a subject marked by stigma and secrecy, made more complicated by the lack of acknowledgment from their biological father.

While Thomas had the peculiar bond of being born to a maid who served their father, Tom's own mother had come from nobility. Their union had been unconventional, leading to Tom's birth when she was just seventeen. Her family had chosen to conceal the scandal and had given him to Otto Gunther, a former family friend, to raise. They had financially supported Tom and Otto shared this upbringing with Thomas, Tom's half-brother, ensuring they received an education befitting gentlemen, well at least until Thomas was 14 and his mother demanded his return.

With a mixture of sadness and reluctance, Tom opened up to Lady Mary. "My mother is Danish," he confessed, noting the surprise in her expression. "My foster father, who was an exceptional polyglot, along with his wife, thought it was important that I learned to speak Danish."

Lady Mary nodded in understanding, sensing the pain this topic held for Tom. "I see. I can see how this would be logical."

Seeking further information, Lady Mary gently probed, "Do you know who your mother's family is?"

Tom's response was tinged with melancholy. "No, I know Otto has written to them regularly," he replied, emphasising the unresolved nature of their familial ties.

Lady Mary offered her support and hope. "Well, I am glad then that you were able to get a job at that Danish paper. Maybe they will see your name and reconsider," she suggested, trying to uplift his spirits with a supportive smile.

With a cautious nod, Tom acknowledged her words. "Maybe," he agreed, his thoughts drifting to the possibility of reconnection with a family he had never known.

Their conversation, though touched by sombre moments, had brought them closer. Tom appreciated Lady Mary's genuine interest and the understanding she offered, even in the face of his complex family history.

Before they parted ways, Tom decided to confide in Lady Mary about his correspondence with Otto Gunther and the complexities it brought was a testament to the trust and friendship they had developed over time. Despite the disparity in their social stations, Tom felt comfortable sharing his concerns with her.

As he explained his recent letter to Otto and the difficult decision to cease communication due to the ongoing war with Germany, Tom's voice carried an undertone of sadness. He knew that such a step was necessary to protect Thomas and avoid any complications that could arise from communicating with someone from a country at war with Britain.

Lady Mary, empathetic to Tom's predicament, offered her condolences. "Oh, Tom, I am so sorry you had to do that. I am sure they will understand."

Tom nodded in agreement, his appreciation for her understanding evident. "You are right, they understand," he replied, his gaze distant. The bond he shared with Otto and his wife held deep meaning for him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for distancing himself during the war. "They wrote me and told me they will subscribe to the newspaper I am writing for and that they are proud of me."

Mary listened intently, understanding the emotional complexity of Tom's situation. She recognised the dilemma he faced in maintaining his relationships while safeguarding Thomas's position in the army. It was a delicate balance he had to strike.

Tom continued, sharing another detail about Otto's letter. "Otto did write to me with the names of his sons and that if I ever came across their names, during my work I would let Otto know what happened to them."

Mary absorbed this revelation, and her eyes widened as the implications sank in. "That doesn't sound too bad," she ventured cautiously, not fully grasping the situation.

Tom, however, clarified the gravity of the matter. "Except that they are probably officers in the German Army," he explained, emphasising the precarious nature of his connections.

Mary's concern for Tom's safety was evident as she inquired further. "You will be careful, won't you, Tom?" She understood that Tom's relationships had placed him in a precarious position, and she wanted to ensure his well-being.

Tom reassured her, his tone steady and resolute. "I will be. Denmark is neutral, and like most European countries, the Danish monarchy is closely related to the British monarchy, not that I hold with any of that. So I don't expect to experience any difficulties working for a Danish Newspaper," He attempted to put her mind at ease, emphasising his commitment to handling the situation cautiously and responsibly.

Their conversation, marked by understanding and concern, highlighted the depth of their friendship and mutual respect. Tom knew that he could rely on Lady Mary for support and a sympathetic ear, even as he navigated the challenges posed by his family's complex history and his emerging career as a journalist.

As Lady Mary and Tom walked along the countryside path, the afternoon sun cast long shadows through the trees. It was a serene moment, a respite from the busyness of life at Downton Abbey. Mary broached the topic of Tom's departure again, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"Will you write to me when you are in London?" Mary asked, her eyes meeting Tom's. Her inquiry took him by surprise, for he had not expected her to make such a bold step, essentially legitimising their friendship with a promise of continued correspondence.

Tom blinked in surprise, his green eyes reflecting the evening light. "Of course, if that is what you want," he replied, the corners of his lips curling into a warm smile. It was a moment of vulnerability for the typically controlled Lady Mary, who now blushed slightly at her own forwardness.

Taking a deep breath, Tom decided to share his feelings with her, knowing that their paths were diverging. "Mary, I will be leaving soon," he began, his voice soft and sincere. "I feel I should tell you that I care for you. I know I am just at the start of my career, and I can't take care of a wife as she should be."

Mary's eyes widened with alarm at the unexpected turn in the conversation, and she seemed to be bracing herself for something she didn't anticipate. Tom, however, chuckled softly, dispelling her fears. "Don't look so horrified," he reassured her. "I am not going to do something foolish like ask you to marry me," he said with a playful grin, adding, "yet!" as he let the word hang in the air.

A hint of relief washed over Mary's features, but she remained uncertain about how to respond. "I don't know what you want me to say," she admitted honestly.

Tom, still wearing a gentle smile, assured her, "Nothing yet." He was careful to emphasise that he understood the impracticality of marriage at this juncture in their lives. "As I said, I am in no position to marry. But one day, I will be. And if you feel that one day you too are ready for marriage, well, you give me enough hints, I am sure I will eventually clue in," he teased, his tone affectionate and playful. "But in the meantime, we will write, and the next time you are in London, maybe I can take you out for dinner?" Tom asked with a hint of shyness, his voice laced with hope.

Mary regarded Tom carefully, her discerning gaze studying him as she weighed the proposal. Her inherent honesty compelled her to share her own feelings. "Ok, we will write," she agreed, her voice steady but thoughtful. "And the next time I am in London, I will consider letting you take me to dinner."

Tom's smile broadened, genuine delight in his eyes. Their connection was evolving, maturing into something beyond friendship, and he welcomed it with open arms. However, Mary's demeanour shifted, and she grew serious once more.

"I should let you know," she began, choosing her words carefully, "my feelings for Lieutenant Crawley are not fully resolved." Mary wanted to be honest with Tom, knowing that their growing connection should not be shrouded in ambiguity.

Tom nodded in understanding, acknowledging her emotional complexity with grace. "I understand," he replied quietly, his respect for her choices evident.

Their conversation concluded with a sense of anticipation and a plan for the future. Mary inquired about Tom's departure, and he eagerly shared his plans. "The end of July," Tom responded with excitement. "As soon as Thomas finishes his basic training. He will come here, and we will pack up our possessions and head to London together."

"Okay, until then," Mary said, her voice carrying a note of finality. She turned and began walking back towards the house, leaving Tom deep in thought as he watched her retreating figure. Their connection was evolving, and the future held the promise of new beginnings, both personally and professionally, for Tom and his beloved brother, Thomas.

The warm summer morning of July 30th, 1915, had cast a golden hue over Downton Abbey. As the sun rose above the horizon, the estate settled into a serene stillness, its grandeur and history casting long shadows throughout the grounds. It marked the end of an era for Tom Branson, who had officially finished his employment with the Earl of Grantham. The transition from chauffeur to journalist had brought him to this moment, and the future held promises of new horizons and opportunities.

Lord Grantham, a man of kindness and generosity, had extended Tom's stay until the following Monday. This gracious act reflected the genuine regard the Crawley family held for Tom, recognising his worth and potential. Thomas, his older brother, was scheduled to visit Downton to collect his remaining belongings, which Tom had kindly stored for him.

With the arrival of a new chauffeur, a seasoned man with a wife and child, Tom had been asked to move to the servants' quarters within the main house. Although his position in the hierarchy of the house would typically grant him private accommodations, Tom understood the necessity of the arrangement. He was grateful to the Crawley family for going out of their way to accommodate him during this transitional period.

By this stage, everyone within the Downton household was aware of Tom's career prospects. He had secured a position as a reporter for a Danish newspaper, a choice that had garnered respect and admiration from both the family and the staff. Mrs. Hughes and Mrs. Patmore, in particular, felt an immense sense of pride for the young man they had watched grow and evolve over the years. Tom's ambition and determination had borne fruit, and his accomplishments were a source of inspiration to those who knew him well.

Only Mr. Carson, the butler, harboured a sense of unease. His strict adherence to the social hierarchy and class distinctions made him uncomfortable with Tom's rapid ascent into a new world. To Mr. Carson, this marked a crossing of societal boundaries that he found challenging to accept. However, even he could not deny Tom's abilities and dedication.

Amid the household's curiosity about Tom's future, only one person suspected the truth about Thomas Barrow's circumstances. Mr. Bates, the valet, had keenly observed Tom's evolving emotions and behaviour as the date of Thomas's passing out approached. He could discern the genuine pride and excitement in Tom's behaviour, and he drew his own conclusions.

To Mr. Bates, it was a glimmer of hope—a testament to the changing tides of a world in flux. If an illegitimate son of a maid could rise through the ranks and secure an officer's position in the British Army, then perhaps there was room for upward mobility for others as well. It was a silent acknowledgment of the potential for social progress, a small ember of optimism in a time of uncertainty.

As the weekend approached, Tom found himself looking forward to his brother Thomas's return to Downton. However, he was not the only soldier making a homecoming; Lieutenant Crawley, the heir to Downton, had also come for a visit. To Tom's surprise, the lieutenant had brought with him an unexpected guest—his fiancée, a woman named Lavinia Swires. Tom couldn't help but wonder about Lady Mary's reaction to this unexpected news.

In the back of his mind, Tom thought that Lieutenant Crawley's engagement might work in his favour, particularly with the two promising jobs he had secured in London. These positions ensured that Tom's annual income would be quite respectable, though he had spent a significant portion of his savings to support his brother Thomas. Sharing accommodations with his brother allowed him to save money and build a stable future, which he hoped would make him a suitable prospect for someone like Lady Mary Crawley.

Tom was determined to keep his eyes open for any opportunities that could elevate his social status and make him a more attractive match for Lady Mary. He understood that a woman of her station would have certain expectations, and he was willing to work hard to meet them.

The entire Crawley family took an interest in the future prospects of both brothers, especially Tom's new roles as a reporter and translator. Even Mrs. Crawley, known for her advocacy on behalf of the common man, and the Dowager Countess of Grantham showed interest in Tom's endeavours. The Dowager's attention made Tom nervous, as he couldn't be sure if she suspected the nature of his friendship with Lady Mary. Although Lady Mary cared about Tom's activities, she was discreet in her concern, not wanting to draw undue attention from her family.

Lord Grantham, knowing that Thomas was arriving on the 3 o'clock train from Leeds, extended an invitation for the brothers to join the family for afternoon tea. This invitation came with an unconventional offer—to use the front door of Downton Abbey. After all, neither of them was in service to the Crawley family anymore. Tom appreciated this gesture, fully expecting the family to be surprised and impressed by Thomas's transformation into an officer and his new posting working with Major-General Charles Callwell at GHQ. It was a momentous occasion for both brothers, and Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and anticipation for what lay ahead.

As the lunch in the servants' hall concluded, Tom couldn't contain his excitement, and it manifested in his almost vibrating presence in his seat. Mrs. Hughes observed the young man with an indulgent smile, appreciating his enthusiasm, while Mr. Carson, still slightly irked by the idea of a former footman using the front door, wore a more disapproving expression.

Anna, always kind-hearted, inquired about Tom's plans for the weekend. His eyes lit up even more, and he bobbed up and down nervously as he replied, "Mainly just making sure we've packed up everything. I've arranged a boarding house on a weekly basis until Thomas figures out the best place to rent and gets his rental allowance." He paused and grinned, continuing, "So, we'll probably go to the pub. Thomas can have a few pints, and I'll have a lemonade." Tom's enthusiasm was palpable, though it didn't sit well with Mr. Carson, who continued to frown.

"We can talk and relax," he added wistfully. "Go for walks. Thomas has lived here his whole adult life. We both need to say goodbye to this place and all of you too." Anna and Mrs. Hughes exchanged smiles, sharing in Tom's anticipation. Meanwhile, Mr. Carson remained aloof, not quite sharing the same enthusiasm.

Mrs. Patmore chimed in, announcing that she had prepared a special cake for tea that afternoon to celebrate the brothers' reunion. Tom appreciated the gesture, knowing that the upcoming gathering would be a significant moment for him and Thomas.

Mrs. Hughes reminded Tom that he and Thomas needed to see Lord Grantham first, and she, too, was eager to witness the reunion of the brothers.

Suddenly, Tom jumped up from his seat, startling those in the servants' hall with his unexpected movement. "I think I will leave for the station now," he declared. Daisy, who had just entered the room, pointed out that it was still another hour before the train arrived. Tom replied with a calm smile, "I'll walk slow and take my time."

With that, he fetched his summer jacket and hat and bid farewell to those still present in the servants' hall. Tom began his leisurely stroll toward the train station, taking in the sights of the English countryside along the way. He knew he would miss this picturesque landscape when he moved to London.

Mixed with his excitement about the move and his new job was a sense of nervousness. Tom understood that he would likely be reporting from the front lines of the war, and he couldn't predict how he would personally cope with the horrors he might encounter.

Tom's excitement was almost tangible as he eagerly awaited his brother Thomas. The clock neared three o'clock, the time when the train from Leeds was scheduled to arrive, and it would be the first time Tom laid eyes on his brother in his meticulously tailored lieutenant's uniform.

As the train slowly rolled into the station, steam and smoke momentarily veiled the disembarking passengers. Tom strained his eyes, scanning the crowd for any sign of his brother. Then, finally, Thomas emerged from the swirling mist of steam and smoke, and Tom's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his brother resplendent in his new uniform.

Pride swelled within Tom, and he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances that other passengers cast in Thomas's direction. It warmed his heart to see his brother receiving the respect he deserved. Tom even observed a couple of privates coming to attention and saluting Thomas, who graciously returned their salute.

With a broad smile, Tom greeted his brother, extending a warm handshake and delivering a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Thomas, it's so good to see you. I missed you," Tom exclaimed.

"I missed you too. I bet you never expected to see me in this get-up," Thomas replied, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"I always knew you were capable of doing more if only given the chance, so no, I'm not surprised," Tom said, pulling Thomas into a quick hug and giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder.

Thomas had his greatcoat draped over one arm, and a large leather satchel hung from his shoulder, while his kit bag rested on the ground by his feet. A porter approached them, carrying another case. "Here you go, Lieutenant," the porter said, placing the case at their feet.

Tom promptly picked up the case and relieved Thomas of his coat, leaving the kit bag for his brother to manage. "Come on, Mrs. Patmore made a cake especially for you," Tom said with a smile. "Lord Grantham even gave us permission to use the front door so you can pay your respects to the family."

Thomas returned the smile, teasing, "I bet Carson loved that."

"Come on then, let's get this show on the road," Thomas declared, and the two brothers set off on their walk back to Downton, relishing each other's company after weeks apart.

As they strolled through Downton Park towards the house, the warm late-summer afternoon sun bathed them in its golden light, adding an extra layer of joy to the brothers' reunion. When they rounded the bend in the driveway and the majestic facade of the house came into full view, Thomas couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in the sight.

"I've worked here for nearly half my life, and I never thought I would miss it the way I did, the way I will when we leave for London on Monday," Thomas mused, his gaze fixed on the grand house.

"I know what you mean. I've only been here for three years, and I never expected to feel so attached to the people here," Tom confided to his brother.

"Next week, we'll truly begin a new chapter in our lives. There's no telling where the future will bring us," Thomas remarked with a hopeful smile for his brother. "But for now, come on, you promised me cake," he added, striding toward Downton Abbey. The brothers continued their walk, leaving the past behind and eagerly looking forward to the adventures that awaited them in London.

As the brothers approached the front door of Downton Abbey, it swung open before they could even ring the bell. Mr. Carson, the formidable butler, had anticipated their arrival, and his initial scowl of annoyance at the perceived breach of protocol was plain to see. He believed that Thomas, a former footman, should enter through the servants' entrance and not the front door. However, Mr. Carson had always found it challenging to categorize Tom and was even more perturbed by his ambiguous status.

Thomas couldn't help but relish the look of utter bewilderment on Mr. Carson's face when he took in Thomas's lieutenant's uniform, which clearly marked him as an officer in the King's Army, a position far above that which Mr. Carson was accustomed to.

On the other hand, Tom wore a broad grin as he regarded the flustered butler. "Can we leave Lieutenant Barrow's luggage here, Mr. Carson?" Tom asked, not-so-subtly emphasising his brother's new social status and the proper title by which he should be addressed.

"Umm, yes, the Lieutenant can leave his coat and bags here. I'll have a hall boy bring them downstairs for you," Mr. Carson replied, his uncertainty palpable as he glanced at the newly appointed Lieutenant Barrow. Thomas offered the butler a cool smile, the subtle tension between them still evident. They had never held each other in the highest regard.

"Please, don't spoil the surprise below stairs, Mr. Carson," Tom quipped with an excited smile, making it clear that he had been eagerly awaiting this moment for months, wanting his brother to bask in the spotlight.

Thomas, sensing that Mr. Carson was thoroughly discombobulated by the unprecedented turn of events, prompted, "Lord Grantham wanted to see me?" He was well aware that the butler had not used any honorifics to address him, and this served as another point of amusement between the brothers and about the butler.

"The family is in the drawing room this afternoon. This way," Mr. Carson replied, leading the brothers into the house. Thomas and Tom exchanged knowing glances, recognising that this visit was going to be filled with surprises for both the staff and the family of Downton Abbey.

The entire Crawley family had assembled in the Drawing Room that day, all eager to get to know Matthew's new fiancée, Lavinia Swires. Lord Grantham anxiously awaited Tom and Thomas's arrival, hoping that their presence would provide a welcome distraction from the awkward tea.

Mrs. Isobel Crawley, Matthew's mother, was clearly surprised and delighted by her son's engagement. In contrast, the Dowager Countess of Grantham displayed her displeasure openly. Throughout the gathering, everyone in the room threw uncertain glances at Mary, including Matthew himself, which Lord Grantham noticed with a frown.

Mary was growing increasingly annoyed by all the sidelong glances, as if everyone expected her to throw a tantrum. She felt an overwhelming desire to wipe the smug smile off Edith's face, and her mother's pitying glances didn't help matters. Although her feelings for Tom still weighed on her mind, she found herself proud and pleased that he was embarking on his new career in London. She would miss him, but the vast social divide between them remained an insurmountable obstacle in her mind.

Finally, Mr. Carson entered the drawing room, looking somewhat uncertain. "Ah, my Lord, Branson and Barrow are here," he announced, momentarily distracting the family from their tea. Lord Grantham, relieved that Thomas and Tom had arrived, welcomed the interruption. However, his relief soon turned to confusion as he realised that Thomas had returned as a lieutenant. It had never occurred to him that a former servant could be accepted into officer training.

Matthew Crawley, the only person in the room who knew about Thomas's officer training, stood and approached Thomas. "Congratulations, Lieutenant Barrow," he said with a warm smile, offering a firm handshake between officers. Mrs. Crawley, always eager to showcase her progressive views, offered her warm wishes to Lieutenant Barrow as well.

"Yes, yes, Lieutenant Barrow, well done," Lord Grantham finally overcame his initial surprise. "So, Lieutenant Barrow, can you tell us where you will be serving?" he asked, now more at ease.

Thomas explained, "Well, Lord Grantham, I will be serving under Major-General Charles Callwell, the Director of Operations & Intelligence at GHQ in London, officially as a translator. I don't know the specifics of my day-to-day duties yet, but I'll be informed when I report for duty next Tuesday."

Lord Grantham started to feel uneasy at the news. It appeared that his former footman would be serving in a significant role within the British Army's hierarchy.

Lady Mary, ever inquisitive, inquired, "Will you and Branson be able to share private quarters?" She sensed Tom's growing excitement over the past few weeks and surmised that he was planning a surprise for everyone at Downton. Her eyes briefly met Tom's, and she couldn't help but notice that he looked rather dashing in his tweed suit, which, while several years out of fashion, still fit him impeccably. She quickly averted her gaze, feeling an unexpected flutter of nerves.

"We hope to share a flat in London as soon as I have more details and know my living allowance," Thomas replied. "I'm sure with Tom's job as a translator for the Times of London and 'Politiken' in Denmark, we'll be able to afford comfortable accommodations."

"That's excellent, Lieutenant Barrow," praised Mrs. Crawley.

"Are both of you translators? How many languages do you speak?" Miss Swires asked, her curiosity piqued as she had never met Tom or Thomas before.

Tom answered on their behalf, "I speak eight languages, and my brother speaks seven."

Lord and Lady Grantham were astounded by their language abilities. While they knew that Tom could speak French due to his studies at university, they had only recently learned that Thomas spoke French before enlisting in the army.

"So many languages! I only knew you spoke French," Lady Edith remarked.

"Our foster mother was a Swiss governess who spoke French," Thomas explained, no longer feeling the need to keep the extent of his language skills a secret.

Lady Violet couldn't help but comment wryly, "Who knew we had such talented employees?"

Matthew Crawley then asked about their plans for the weekend.

Tom grinned at the other officer and replied, "Not much, just packing our remaining belongings, saying our farewells, and maybe going down to the Grantham Arms for a pint. Lieutenant Crawley, you're welcome to join us if Miss Swires doesn't mind, of course."

Matthew glanced at Lavinia, who nodded her agreement. "That sounds splendid. I wouldn't mind a pint in an English pub; there's nothing quite like it on the continent."

Mr. Carson looked like he might faint at the audacious invitation made by Tom Branson, the former chauffeur, to a gentleman of the house.

"Very well, then. I suppose that sounds like a jolly good time," Lord Grantham said, feeling increasingly awkward as this unconventional social situation unfolded before him.

Mr. Carson cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. He informed the brothers that the servants below stairs were eager to celebrate their departure, and Mrs. Patmore had baked a cake in their honour. With that, Lord Grantham excused the brothers to join the servants in their farewell celebration.

Below stairs, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as Tom and Thomas descended into the servant's hall. The news of Thomas's promotion to Lieutenant had spread like wildfire among the staff, and everyone was eager to congratulate him.

Mrs. Hughes, who had always had a soft spot for both Tom and Thomas, was the first to approach them with a warm smile. "Congratulations, Thomas! We're all so proud of you," she said, embracing him briefly. She then turned to Tom, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "And well done, Mr. Branson, for keeping it all a secret. You must be very proud of your brother."

Tom nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Thank you, Mrs. Hughes. It's been hard keeping it quiet, but it was worth it."

Mrs. Patmore, with her freshly baked cake in hand, approached them next. "I've made a special cake for this occasion, Thomas," she said, her face beaming. "A lieutenant deserves nothing but the best."

Daisy, who had a soft spot for Thomas despite Miss O'Brien's influence, chimed in excitedly. "I can't believe it, Thomas! You're a lieutenant now. You'll be in the officer's mess and everything."

Even the usually reserved Mr. Bates offered a congratulatory nod and a heartfelt "Well done, Lieutenant Barrow."

However, Miss O'Brien couldn't hide her disdain. She watched with a sour expression, her disapproval evident. She had once been fond of Thomas, finding it easy to manipulate him, but with the arrival of his interfering brother, who put a stop of her involving Thomas in her schemes, found his success irksome, which only seemed to fuel her resentment.

Mr. Carson, ever the traditionalist and stickler for the social hierarchy, was also notably unimpressed. He couldn't easily reconcile Thomas's transformation from a mere footman to an officer, and it peeved him to see him in his new uniform. His disapproving glances spoke volumes, though he kept his words to himself for the moment.

As the staff gathered around, enjoying Mrs. Patmore's cake and a fresh pot of tea, the contrasting reactions of the servants were evident. Most were genuinely thrilled for Thomas's achievement, while Miss O'Brien and Mr. Carson remained aloof and sceptical, casting shadows over the celebratory mood in the servant's hall.

Tom and Thomas happily conversed with the servants of Downton, finding out what had been happening on the estate since Thomas left for the Army and barely noticed as Mr Carson left the room to answer a summons from the family upstairs.

After Carson and the brothers left the room, Lord Grantham turned to look at the inhabitants of the room, his face displaying a mixture of concern and perplexity. The drawing-room at Downton Abbey was filled with a palpable tension as the family and their guests considered the unexpected social dilemma.

"What will we do?" Lord Grantham asked the room in general, his voice heavy with worry. Lady Cora Grantham, his wife, who often displayed a calm and composed demeanour, furrowed her brows, clearly taken aback by her husband's concern. "Do Robert, what do you mean?" she inquired.

"I can't have a lieutenant sleep in the attic, what will Major General Callwell say when he hears I had one of his officers in the servants quarters?" Robert explained, his words laden with anxiety.

"Really, Robert, surely they won't be inquiring about where their lieutenants sleep?" remarked Lady Violet Crawley, the matriarch of the family, known for her sharp wit and unapologetic bluntness.

"They will. It will be the first thing that comes up. You agree with me, don't you, Matthew?" Robert appealed to Lieutenant Matthew Crawley, his cousin and heir, who had just returned from the war.

"I'm afraid, Cousin Violet, that Robert is right. You'll never find a bigger bunch of gossips than the officers in the King's army. They'll have all the particulars out of him in five minutes," Matthew replied with a resigned expression.

"Well, you can't kick them out now. You've already promised that they can stay," Mary, Robert and Cora's eldest daughter pointed out with practicality. She had always been known for her no-nonsense approach to problems.

Robert paced about the drawing room, his mind racing as he tried to find a solution. Thomas Barrow's sudden transformation from footman to lieutenant had thrust him into an unexpected social conundrum. The opinions of his family weighed heavily on him.

Finally, he paused and spoke, "There is nothing for it. I will have to invite him to stay in a guest room." The family members looked at him, shocked and surprised by this unexpected decision.

"You can't be serious, Robert? It's all very well that he's a lieutenant, but the man was our footman only four months ago," Cora protested.

"Really, Mama, what has that to do with anything? He's earned his position as a Lieutenant," Lady Sybil, the youngest daughter, chimed in. "Papa is always talking about our brave boys serving King and country and that the British have the best officer corps in the world."

"I agree with Sybil. Whatever his position was in the past, Lieutenant Barrow is now serving King and country the same as Matthew, and should be accorded the same respect," Isobel said, earning her a withering look from her cousin Violet, which she firmly ignored.

"But if you ask Barrow to stay in a guest room, you'll have to ask Branson too. You can't leave him in the attic alone when he has been looking forward to Barrow's return," Mary reasoned.

"Branson too," Cora said, looking worriedly at her husband and daughter.

"Besides, I am sure that Branson and Barrow won't mind sharing a room, so they will only occupy one guest room," said Mary, displaying her practical side once again. She had grown close to Tom Branson, and she knew that he wouldn't want to be separated from his brother.

"I've decided. I will invite Lieutenant Barrow and Branson to use a guest room. I will call Carson and ask him to arrange it," Robert declared, relief evident on his face. His daughters smiled warmly at his decision, while his wife and mother didn't look as thrilled.

"So, are they real guests, or just using a guest room?" Lady Violet inquired, her curiosity unabated. This question brought another pained look to Robert's face, as it seemed he had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Cora observed her husband's anxious expression and sighed. "They will be our guests until Monday, and they will have to be able to eat with the family as any guest would," she decided, taking charge of the situation, and earning a grateful smile from her husband.

Lady Violet Crawley shook her head, seemingly amused by the complicated dynamics of the Crawley family, while Lavinia Swires looked on, completely lost in the conversation, not yet understanding the relationships between the Crawley's and the two handsome brothers. Matthew leaned in and whispered to her, "I will explain everything on the way home."

Robert strode over to the bell-pull, ready to summon Carson and issue his invitation to Branson and Barrow, a task that would, no doubt, create more social upheaval in the household.

As Lord Grantham stood near the bell-pull, prepared to summon Carson and issue the invitation to Branson and Barrow, the family's discussion continued. The question of whether the brothers should dine with the family now took centre stage.

"Do they even have the correct clothes?" Edith wondered aloud, her concern reflecting the practical nature that ran in the family.

"Well, Lieutenant Barrow has his uniform. Papa said you can't be underdressed in a uniform," Sybil reminded everyone, trying to allay any concerns about their attire.

"I am sure we can overlook any faux pas this weekend. After all, it is just us, the family," Mary said, smiling warmly at Lavinia Swires, who still appeared somewhat bewildered by the family's dynamics.

"Yes, Matthew, Isobel, and Miss Swires, you must come to dinner. The more, the merrier," Robert confirmed, extending the invitation to their guests.

"I'll come to dinner as well, Cora, but do let me know if you decide to invite any of the maids to dinner too," Lady Violet said, sending a pointed look to her daughter-in-law, a subtle reminder of the social boundaries that were to be maintained.

With the family in agreement that Branson and Barrow should be considered as guests and dine with them, Lord Grantham finally rang the bell, and the formidable butler Carson would soon receive instructions to make the necessary arrangements.

Carson, the steadfast butler of Downton Abbey, stood at attention as Lord Grantham delivered the unexpected news. His countenance remained as composed as ever, but his thoughts churned beneath the surface as he listened to his employer's instructions.

"Carson, I have decided that Lieutenant Barrow and Mr. Branson should be treated as guests of the family during their stay," Lord Grantham announced, his tone leaving no room for debate. "They will be sharing guest accommodations in the Bachelor Wing, and I would like them to dine with us as well."

The news was met with a profound silence in the room. Carson, who had served the Crawley family with unwavering loyalty for many years, was taken aback. This was an unexpected turn of events, and it never occurred to anyone that the brothers might prefer to stay with the servants of Downton, given their previous roles within the household.

Carson cleared his throat, his voice steady as he addressed Lord Grantham. "Very well, my lord. I shall extend the invitation to Lieutenant Barrow and Mr. Branson as you have requested."

As he left the room to fulfil his duties, Carson couldn't help but wonder how the dynamics of the household would change with these new arrangements. The world was changing, and Downton Abbey was changing with it, whether they were ready for it or not.

"Well, this is a bit awkward," Thomas remarked, his eyes scanning the opulent room they found themselves in. He had seen his fair share of grandeur while working as a valet to visiting gentlemen in such settings, but being a guest in one was an entirely different experience.

Tom nodded in agreement, understanding his brother's unease. "I know what you mean," he replied, his gaze sweeping across the room's luxurious furnishings. The reality of their current situation was dawning on Thomas, and he couldn't help but feel like an impostor amidst such extravagance.

As Tom walked over and placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder, Thomas turned to him, his expression a mixture of gratitude and insecurity. "I can understand your feelings," Tom began, his voice gentle but firm. "But believe me, you belong here. You're a Lieutenant now, and you earned that uniform you're wearing through your own talent and hard work. You'll be mixing with a lot of the nobility, and who knows, you may even outrank some of them. I believe in you," Tom reassured him with a warm smile.

The memories of their foster father's social connections and their childhood visits to grand estates flooded their minds. "This isn't the first time we've been in such places," Tom added, his tone nostalgic. "Our foster father, the Count Otto Gunther, from Germany, had friends all over Europe. We used to accompany him on these trips when we were children, though, of course, we stayed in the nursery back then."

Thomas nodded, his thoughts drifting back to those early days. "Yes, I remember," he said, a hint of melancholy in his voice. "But it all stopped for me when my mother decided to take me back home. It was a very different world from the one we knew."

Tom's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he recalled the divergence in their paths. "Yes, it was," he agreed. "But for me, those experiences continued. Even after you left, I still had the chance to visit these grand homes with our foster father."

Their bond as brothers transcended their different life journeys, and they shared a moment of understanding. "Anyway, how do I look? I haven't worn my evening dress in three years," Tom asked, breaking the introspective silence as he turned for Thomas to inspect his attire.

Thomas, ever meticulous, tugged at his shoulder seams and brushed some lint from his Tom's fine formal jacket. "It's not the most current cut, but you look well," he remarked, genuinely admiring his brother. Tom looked every bit the part of an English gentleman, fitting seamlessly into the grandeur of Downton.

Tom returned the favour, examining his brother's Mess Dress uniform with a critical eye, though he found nothing to critique. "You look like a professional Army Officer," Tom affirmed, a proud smile forming on his lips.

With a mutual understanding of the significance of this moment, they shared a warm smile before Tom finally said, "Come on then, let's go and face the lion's den." Both brothers left their room, ready to navigate the intricacies of life at Downton Abbey, each step a testament to the journey they had taken and the future that lay ahead.

The blue room at Downton Abbey exuded an air of genteel opulence. Its walls were adorned with tasteful floral wallpaper, and large windows allowed the soft glow of twilight to filter in. Plush armchairs and sofas were arranged neatly around the room, upholstered in rich fabrics that complemented the room's elegant decor. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting light over the space. In this refined setting, Lady Mary sat with her mother and father, her posture exuding a regal poise that was second nature to her.

As they awaited the arrival of their guests, there was a sense of anticipation in the air. Young William, the loyal footman, stood attentively by the door, ready to assist in any way he could. Meanwhile, Mr. Carson, the butler, stood stationed in the Great Hall, the embodiment of stoic professionalism, awaiting the arrival of Lord Grantham's other guests.

A brief knock at the door signalled the entrance of the two brothers, Lieutenant Barrow and Mr. Branson. As they stepped into the room, there was a momentary hush, and even Lord and Lady Grantham couldn't conceal their surprise at the transformation of their former employees. Both men, now dressed impeccably in their evening wear, appeared every inch the distinguished gentlemen.

"Welcome, Lieutenant Barrow and Mr. Branson," Cora, Lady Grantham, greeted them warmly, breaking the silence that had momentarily fallen over the room. "Yes, yes, welcome. I hope your room is to your liking?" Robert, Lord Grantham, added, attempting to put their guests at ease with a hospitable smile.

Tom and Thomas exchanged polite pleasantries in response to the warm welcome. "Yes, it's a very comfortable room," Tom replied with genuine appreciation, grateful for the unexpected hospitality. "Thank you for your kind hospitality. It was quite unexpected," Thomas added, his tone sincere.

Mary, who had remained silent, had been discreetly admiring Tom's appearance since their arrival. She couldn't help but be struck by how well he wore his evening dress. Fortunately, her sisters chose that moment to enter the room, their presence diverting attention.

Ladies Sybil and Edith, her younger sisters, entered the room, their dresses flowing elegantly as they joined their family. Edith, often known for her thoughtless nature, couldn't resist a question that momentarily created an awkward silence in the room. "Golly, Branson, wherever did you get evening dress from?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Her question earned her an annoyed look from Mary, a reprimanding one from their mother, Cora, and an embarrassed glance from their father, Robert.

Tom, however, handled the situation with grace, his response mitigating the social blunder. "It was required of all the male students to have evening wear at university, Lady Edith," he explained politely, allowing Edith to save face. "My foster mother bought me this evening dress a few years ago, though I believe it's a bit out of fashion now," Tom added with a gracious smile.

Mary, ever the master of social decorum, redirected the conversation, and her gaze softened as it rested upon Tom. "It suits you very well; it's a very good fit," she complimented with a charming smile. Sybil joined in, her admiration evident. "Yes, you look very handsome, Mr. Branson," she declared. Cora, their mother, couldn't help but shoot her youngest daughter a slightly alarmed look; their former employees were indeed very handsome men, and it seemed Sybil was not alone in noticing.

The arrival of more guests created a commotion in the hall, drawing the attention of those in the blue room. Mr. Carson, the impeccable butler, escorted the Dowager Countess into the room, her presence commanding respect and attention. Mrs. Isobel Crawley, Miss Lavinia Swires, and Lieutenant Matthew Crawley followed suit.

Matthew, striking in his Mess Dress uniform, turned heads as he entered. Despite the initial surprise of seeing their former footman and chauffeur now in such refined company, there were only subtle indications of astonishment. Lady Violet raised an eyebrow, her sharp eyes missing little, while Mrs. Crawley offered a brighter smile, displaying her gracious acceptance.

Gathering in the room, the guests exchanged warm greetings, and Mr. Carson and William dutifully served drinks. The butler had to grit his teeth slightly when Thomas asked for 'whiskey on the rocks,' but Tom, recalling his doctor's orders and receiving a stern look from his brother, opted for 'tonic water and ice' instead.

With drinks in hand, the group engaged in polite yet somewhat awkward conversation. With Tom's presence now among the family, Mary found herself barely sparing a thought for Matthew or his new fiancée. She was mindful not to show too much interest in Tom, lest her family or Thomas himself noticed her attention.

The air of anticipation reached its peak when Lady Grantham called everyone's attention. The time had come to move to the dining room, where further interactions and social intricacies awaited them all.

Tom and Thomas found themselves in a rather interesting seating arrangement for dinner. They were sandwiched between Miss Swires, a young woman of about 22 who was Lieutenant Crawley's new fiancée, and Mrs. Crawley, who sat on Tom's other side. The Dowager Countess, ever the formidable presence, occupied the seat next to Thomas. Tom, in a stroke of good fortune, had been seated opposite Lady Mary, their eyes occasionally meeting in a subtle exchange of glances.

Miss Swires, it turned out, was an easy conversationalist. Her father, a solicitor like her fiancé, had instilled in her a belief in the merits of talent and hard work, making her predisposed to look favourably upon the two brothers. Additionally, she had the benefit of never having known them in their former employment, which allowed her to see them simply as two handsome young men with extraordinary language skills.

"I can barely speak French. How do you speak so many languages?" Miss Swires inquired, genuinely curious about the brothers' linguistic abilities.

Tom, always the affable one, took the lead in responding to her question. "It's mainly because our foster parents were polyglots themselves. Our foster father was a native German speaker with a Russian mother, and our foster mother was a native French and Italian speaker. Their servants, on the other hand, were all English speakers. So, they just spoke to us half the week in one language and the other half in a different language. Once you can think and speak in five languages, it's pretty easy to pick up others," he explained, his tone casual and friendly as he shared this interesting tidbit with the table.

Mrs. Crawley, who had an inquisitive mind, couldn't help but chime in. "Wasn't it terribly confusing?" she wondered, her curiosity piqued.

The topic of languages had captivated the attention of the entire table. Even Lord and Lady Grantham, who had exchanged puzzled looks at the mention of servants, were now genuinely intrigued. It had always been their understanding that both Tom and Thomas hailed from working-class backgrounds, and this revelation shed new light on their upbringing.

"I'm sure our poor housekeeper and Mrs. Murphy were terribly confused," Thomas conceded, his manner slightly more reserved than his brother's. "But we knew what each other was saying, and of course, our foster parents could speak all those languages too," he added, offering a bit of insight into their unique family dynamic.

The conversation at the dinner table continued to flow, weaving through topics both mundane and intriguing. As the wine glasses were refilled and the dishes were served, the talk turned to the war, a subject that weighed heavily on everyone's minds.

"I have found my French has come along a lot now. I speak it much more frequently on the front," explained Matthew, his tone carrying a mix of pride and weariness.

Thomas, eager to engage in the conversation, asked, "Do many of the men speak French?"

"At this point, every man, from private to general, can order beer in French now," Matthew replied with a wry grin, which elicited a round of chuckles from those at the table. "But it's surprising. You can be speaking to a private with the strongest cockney accent you ever heard, and the next moment, he'll be gabbling away in fluent French, and then it will turn out his granny was French," Matthew shared, offering a glimpse into the colourful linguistic tapestry of the wartime experience.

Thomas, ever the practical thinker, couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Wouldn't it be useful for the army to know who has the basics in German? It could be valuable for talking to prisoners or translating German communications."

Matthew nodded in agreement. "That would be sensible, but unfortunately, there is unfounded suspicion on those who admit to speaking German. Questions arise, like how did they learn German and where? Who taught them?" he explained, revealing the complexities of wartime paranoia.

Tom shared a worried glance with his brother, understanding that their close personal relationship with a former German citizen might raise unnecessary questions. In that moment, he resolved to be more circumspect about revealing his foster father's former nationality.

Lady Sybil, always the champion of fairness and justice, exclaimed, "That's beastly unfair! Why should anyone be suspicious of speaking German? I'm sure half the boys in England learned German in school."

Miss Swires, Lieutenant Crawley's fiancée, chimed in, "Yes, I will admit I spent two years learning German at school. That hardly makes me a German sympathiser." Her contribution to the conversation surprised some, given her prior quiet manner.

"You only studied German for two years?" Thomas asked, genuinely curious.

Miss Swires looked a bit embarrassed. "Oh, yes. I'm afraid I was absolutely terrible. I just couldn't get the hang of the grammar."

Tom, ever the supportive and encouraging conversationalist, reassured her, "Oh, don't worry about it Miss Swires! Learning any new language, especially one with different grammar rules, can be challenging at first. The important thing is that you tried, and that's commendable. Grammar can be tricky, but with practice, it becomes more manageable. If you ever decide to give German another, try, there are many resources and language-learning methods available that could make the process easier. Who knows, you might surprise yourself!" he said with a kind smile.

Mary, feeling a tinge of jealousy over Tom's interaction with Miss Swires, decided to shift the conversation back to herself. "Hearing of your experience with languages, now I feel quite embarrassed that I interviewed you in French," she said to Thomas, her gaze momentarily locking onto Tom.

Thomas, ever the gallant gentleman, reassured her, "Don't worry, Lady Mary. I can assure you the army's French interview was much more traumatising than yours." His words were punctuated by a charming smile, which seemed to put Lady Mary at ease, at least momentarily.

Lady Violet's curiosity about Tom and Thomas's childhood and their connections with families of her social circle burned brightly beneath her composed exterior. She inquired with a casual tone, "You must have had an interesting and varied childhood. I wonder if we knew any of the same families?"

Tom, thoughtful but equally discreet, replied, "Gosh, I have no idea. Although, I do remember visiting Drumgoole Castle when I was about seven." This revelation startled Robert, who couldn't quite fathom the idea of his former footman having any connections within his social circles.

Lady Violet, her interest piqued, raised an eyebrow and said, "I know Lord and Lady Drumgoole."

Tom shared a knowing look with Thomas, and they both exchanged grins, surprising the Crawley's, who had never seen Thomas so animated. Thomas couldn't resist spilling the amusing anecdote.

"That was when little Laura wouldn't stop trying to kiss you," Thomas chuckled. "I was seven, and she must have been four or five," Tom protested.

"To escape her constant ambushes," Thomas continued with a smirk, "a young Tom decided to hide in the maze on the grounds. Unfortunately, the maze had the most bizarre topiary, causing Tom to cry, saying that there were 'murder chickens' trying to eat him." Thomas explained further, "I had to rescue him."

Lady Violet was absolutely delighted. "I know Drumgoole Castle, it's absolutely hideous. I have seen the topiary. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that the man who thought up those designs was at large on the estate."

Lady Cora, curious about Laura, asked, "Who was Laura?"

"Laura Dunsany, I think was her name. I believe she was the daughter of another guest," Thomas replied thoughtfully.

"I know a Laura Dunsany; we came out together," Mary exclaimed, surprised by the coincidence.

Lord Grantham, not the most subtle of men, asked, "How were you staying at Drumgoole?" His question earned him a stern look from his wife, Cora, who was well aware of the sensitive nature of Tom and Thomas's family history.

"My foster parents were guests of Lord and Lady Drumgoole," Tom explained.

Mary, seated at the table with an overly bright smile on her face, tried to conceal her unease. She hoped her father wouldn't start to inquire further about Tom's family, aware of the pain it caused both Tom and Thomas.

Fortunately, Mrs. Crawley intervened with another question, shifting the focus. "What was so terrible about Castle Drumgoole?"

Lady Violet, ever the outspoken critic, declared, "Oh, absolutely hideous, no taste whatsoever. It seemed that every time they killed an animal, they thought nothing of it but to nail it to the nearest wall and call it decoration." Thomas nodded vigorously in agreement with her assessment.

Tom joined in, sharing his own experiences, "It's true, Mrs. Crawley. I was there again when I was sixteen for Edward Drumgoole's birthday, his twentieth, I believe. I could hardly eat my dinner from all the animal heads mounted on the walls, looking at me reproachfully."

He turned to the Dowager and added, "They even have a massive swordfish mounted over the fireplace in the drawing room. Lord Drumgoole didn't even catch it himself; he paid a fisherman to catch it for him. He paid £30 pounds for it in 1905, he told all the guests the story, including the stuffing process, he hired a taxidermist from Castlemartyr to do it."

Lady Violet leaned in, fully engaged in the discussion. "You see, hideous," she concurred with Tom's assessment, her expression a mix of amusement and disdain for the Drumgoole family's taste in decor.

"Oh, how ghastly," Miss Swires remarked, her expression filled with concern as she glanced at her fiancé, Lieutenant Matthew Crawley. She asked him, "Do you hunt, Matthew?"

Matthew, ever the gentleman, reassured her with a warm smile, saying, "Just a little game hunting, dear, for the table."

Seizing the opportunity to engage their guest, Lord Robert inquired, "So, Mr. Branson, did you ever go hunting?"

Tom replied with a nod, "A time or two with my university friends, I wasn't a bad shot," he told Lord Grantham. "Our foster father didn't like shooting, but he was a great proponent of fishing." He reminisced fondly, "Yes, I remember many a summer's evening heading to the riverbank for a spot of fishing. He belonged to a fishing club, and I recall him always carrying a little black notebook where he recorded the type of fish, their length, and weight" Thomas added to the conversation.

As the dinner conversation flowed, it became evident that Tom and Thomas were not only skilled conversationalists but also well-versed in various topics. Tom's easy charm and affability put everyone at ease, creating an atmosphere of surprising enjoyment for all the diners. While some may have been taken aback by the sophistication of their former footman and chauffeur, they kept their astonishment to themselves.

William, the footman, and Mr. Carson had observed the brothers' ability to engage in articulate discussions before. They remembered the many debates that had taken place below stairs in which the brothers had participated. However, they were genuinely surprised to learn that both Tom and Thomas had mingled with lords and ladies before Thomas came to Downton. This revelation left everyone in the room curious about their father's identity. Although the brothers hinted that they knew who their father was, they never shared that information with anyone, leaving it a mystery.

Despite the intrigue surrounding their background, the evening had been thoroughly enjoyable. Everyone was satisfied with how the dinner had turned out, and they retired to their respective rooms at the end of the night, content with the pleasant company and engaging conversation they had experienced.

Note: £30in 1905 in todays money would be the equivalent of £4,340.91