Inquiring readers: A poll I placed on this blog a few days earlier showed that people were generally more pleased with Episode One over Episode Two, but the votes were close between excellent or merely O.K. for both. As for my coverage, 80% of you like my irreverent recaps, and 20% did not, with %5 wanting me to give it up and 15% wishing I was more serious. Having considered the results, expect more tongue in cheek coverage. Warning: Spoilers! Do not proceed if you have not watched this episode.
Charlie and Elsie and their Upcoming Nuptials
Mrs. Hughes is miffed, not sounding like a bride on the brink of wedded bliss. Good old Elsie wants a sit-down wedding breakfast at the school house with a groaning table filled with heart attack foods, but that’s not how posh people like Lady Mary do it. These days those skinny aristos stand around a room, delicately chewing on nibbly bits with zero calories.
“Well, I for one,” opined Charlie Carson bravely, “want to do it like the family wants to do it.”
Elsie shoots him a look that would fell a maddened bull.
Elsie shows off her sensible dress.
Later she shows Mrs. Patmore and Anna her sensible, ordinary old day dress with long sleeves and a high neck and a hem that sweeps down to her ankles. “That’ll do for a bride, don’t you think? Clean and tidy and it’ll cover all my nibbly bits.”
Even Mrs. Patmore knows better than this and gives Anna a sly look. When Elsie leaves, Mrs. P. pulls out a catalogue, a sort of Forever21.com or BridesOnline.com on paper (for you millenials), and shows her a dress at half price, plus a coupon for another 20% off, and free return postage by horse guaranteed. “I want to order this for her as a surprise bride’s gift at an impressive discount.”
Anna’s not so sure, seeing that the image is black and white and grainy, but, hey, her wedding dress was nothing to shout about either.
Mary Spies a Bump
When next we see Anna with her Mistress, that eagle eyed ice lady senses a change.
“You’re not!”
“Too early to tell, my lady, but my morning porridge is tasting somewhat off.”
“Now we know the problem isn’t Mr. Bates,” blurts Mary, pleased as punch that Anna’s completely at fault.
Anna blushes. “If I were to repeat the things you say downstairs…” (‘And talk about the dead men we carry from room to room in the dark of the night… or your sampling session with Viscount Gillingham in Liverpool..’.)
“Should you be working?” Lady Mary interrupts Anna’s thoughts. “I can put Baxter on double duty for 1/4 the pay…”
“No, I don’t want to tell Mr. Bates until I can no longer see my feet. He’ll never notice, what with this loose frock and all.”
Mary claps her hands with glee. “At the end of the third month we’ll whiz up to London to see Dr. Price and have that miracle-working stitch stitched in. Then we can go shopping. Oh, how exciting!”
“S’cuse me, my lady,” says Anna, covering her mouth, “but I’ve got to find the nearest loo.”
Thomas Reads the Paper
Meanwhile, Thomas Barrow is in the servant’s hall looking at adverts before his inevitable heave-ho, after having finished reading an article on Exit Counseling.
“Very thoughtful of you,” says Mr. Carson. “Your finding a job should avoid any unpleasantness on my part, though don’t go thinking that my giving you the pink slip shall ruin my honeymoon in any way whatsoever.”
“So nice of you to say,” says Thomas, spying a promising ad for a position of trust in a prominent household, thinking a position of trust is right up his alley.
Cora talks to Elsie and Charlie about their nuptials.
Lady Cora Finally Gets A Story Line, Sort Of
Lady Cora, having talked with Mrs. Patmore and gotten wind of Lady Mary’s steamrolling the wedding reception at the house and Mrs. Hughes’ unhappiness with the situation, invites all interested parties, including Isobel, to dinner. When they assemble in the drawing room after a divine meal of fig and stilton salad with port wine dressing, venison tenderloin with madeira green peppercorn sauce, and floating islands with lemon scented custard sauce, she summons Mrs. Hughes. Epicurious http://www.epicurious.com/archive/entertaining/partiesevents/tv-dinners-downton-abbey
“Mrs. Hughes,” she begins, I’m sorry to put you on the spot, but I believe you have been rather railroaded into holding your reception in the hall by my imperious and spoiled daughter. I understand you don’t want to be married from this house.”
The Earl – ” What?” Lady Mary – “Why ever not?” Carson – “My lady, we are both privileged ….”
“No!…I want to hear from Mrs. Hughes.” The outraged chorus stops. Isobel smiles with glee.
Mrs. Hughes, eyes averted from her beloved, seizes the moment – “I don’t want to sound ungrateful -this is a fine house – it would be an honor to hold our party here…”
“But it’s not what you want.”
“Precisely! None of us is on a diet, my lady. We need energy to work, whereas you and your lordship and Lady Mary must watch your waistlines from sitting around all day. At my reception I want to serve a solid meal at proper tables, with plenty of calories and carbohydrates, so that we may go about our duties later with vim, vigor and gusto.”
“Does anyone have a sit down wedding breakfast anymore?” Mary snorts, wishing to have a word in.
Mrs. Hughes turns to her. “A great many people my lady. And then I’d like to feel we can ask all sorts, everyone who’s been part of our lives here, our friends, and even our betters, such as yourselves, should you deign to join us. And I’ve planned for music later on, with dancing and whooping and hollering, none of which would be suitable in the great hall.”
“It would not,” intones Carson, who is feeling nauseous just thinking about having to kick up his heels a few scant hours before PERFORMING in bed. ‘Will he have the stamina,’ he wonders. ‘Will Elsie?’
“There you are, were only agreeing,” says Elsie, not knowing what is on her Charlie’s mind.
Mary attempts one more time to hold the reception in a proper place. “Mrs. Hughes, doesn’t Carson deserve a wedding in this house?”
“It’s about Charles Carlson and Elsie Hughes, just us, Lady Mary. Not you and Carson, which I find a bit odd, truth be told. Pardon me, but may I be excused?”
Not if Lady Mary could help it, but Cora was done with the subject. “I understand your reasons, Mrs. Hughes. I hope we will be invited.”
‘Didn’t I just say?’ Mrs. Hughes thinks to herself, wondering if Lady Cora has early onset of Alzheimer’s.
Some Mother and Daughter Bonding Time
Snob!
The moment Elsie and Charlie leave the room, Lady Mary and her momma express their opinions.
“You’re a bully. I should have given you a spanking when you were young. Or at least twenty lashes with a wet noodle,” Cora says to her beloved eldest.
Mary rounds on her momma: “You think I’M a bully, I think YOU’RE a snob. You just don’t want the bother of hosting the servants’ wedding in the hall!”
Lady Cora yanks on the bell pull to order 10 wet noodles. She’s had enough of her daughter’s insufferable case of affluenza.
Denker and Sprat
The viewer is then treated to Denker making Mr. Sprat’s life miserable once again. A visitor arrives at the back door in the dark of night and Denker insists on knowing who it is.
“Nothing, nobody, that is, it was a visitor, but he came to the wrong house.” Sprat’s evasiveness doesn’t faze Denker one bit. She approaches Violet with false concern, wanting to know about Sprat’s friends.
“I know he has many relations who seem to get married and buried with numbing regularity, usually on inconvenient days…” our favorite dowager says, wondering why Denker is always interrupting her with silly nonsense.
The local constable visits the servant’s hall and asks Sprat if he’s seen Wally, his sister’s son, just absconded from prison and currently on the run.
“Has the cretin made any contact, Mr. Sprat?”
Sprat, his eyes dilated, shakes his head no, unable to speak.
When the constable leaves, Denker is at her oiliest. “What an interesting family you have, Mr. Sprat. Mine are dull compared to yours. After you put that criminal up in the potting shed, did he get away safely? Don’t worry, Mr. Sprat, I can keep secrets if I want to. Will you want me to?”
‘I’m sunk,’ thinks Sprat, ‘and well and truly stuck with the bitch for the rest of my working life.’
Thomas on the Hunt for a Job and Some Respectability
Thomas at a job interview
Wearing his best Sunday bowler hat, St. Thomas à Barrow, his transformation into a nice person almost complete, approaches a grand but moldering house in Dryden Park in York. As the elderly owner takes him through the largely empty but dusty mansion, he says without irony, “We’ve rather let things slide since my wife died. Our previous housekeeper worked for a Miss Havisham, who seemed to be the gloomy, untidy sort.” He talks about the old days when his wife was a lady in waiting to some grand duchess and when the house was used for entertaining, and then observes that his two sons never came back from the war. Thomas, commiserating, mentions his service in Flanders.
The old man perks up. “This is what I need, someone who knows what it like to fight for his king and his country.”
‘I wouldn’t know, really,’ Thomas thinks, flexing his bad hand and recalling how he made it BAD in order to escape combat. “How many staff do you have?” he asks, cutting to the chase.
“Mrs. Tomkins comes in 3 days a week, and a man outside every now and then. When the good times return and they all come back, we must be ready…we can’t let standards slip.”
It becomes clear to Thomas that while serving in the house as it was twenty years before would have been perfect, the job wasn’t right for him now. ‘More’s the pity,’ he thinks, as he bids the old man goodbye, and returns to the Abbey, where Molesley looks to Daisy’s education and Daisy, who’s champin’ at the bit for worry about Mr. Mason, corrals Lady Cora every chance she gets to put a good word in for her papa-in-law.
Edith, Wonder Woman
Having rather a drama on her hands with her male editor, Edith scurries to London. There, she hooks up with Bertie Pelham, land agent. He’s someone she’s met before, a detail that most viewers have already forgotten.
“I own the magazine, you know,” she says, “and I’m off to fire my editor.”
“How modern!” he says, with admiration.
“Yes. I miss Marigold, my ward, er, our ward,” she says to the man who has no clue as to how modern she really is.
“Would you care to have a drink later on?” he asks.
“As long as it’s near the office. I must lead a purposeful life.”
Edith, Wonder woman. Credit: Courtesy of (C) Nick Briggs/Carnival Film & Television Limited 2015 for MASTERPIECE
But after she fires her editor, Edith realizes that the proofs are due at the printers in 9 hours and that her ghastly ex-editor had done nothing worth sending over. Crikey! A four a.m. deadline! That’s way past her bed time, but she refuses to be defeated. She runs through Covent Garden, and races against time, like Eric Liddell and Harold Abrahams, to break her date with Bertie. (Cue Chariots of Fire music.)
In Bertie’s mind, the exercise has given Lady Edith’s skin a sexy glow. Overcome by her sweateous beauty, he offers to tag along and cook, clean, sew, and look after babies to help her meet her deadline. Edith, having never done anything more than sit on a tractor, give her sister a rough time, pen a story or two, and pine after Marigold, becomes an instant expert on magazine layout and design. Working their well-manicured fingers to the bone, she and her team meet the deadline with seconds to spare. Whew! Lady Edith turns to Bertie, “Want to go for that drink now?” He’d like to go for something more, but decides to bide his time.
And Now, Back to the Wedding Preparations
When the catalogue dress arrives, Mrs. P. is crestfallen. “Lordy, lordy, this is awful! It’s gray. It’s plain! It’s just like Elsie’s other dress! It seemed so nice in the picture! It seemed like such a bargain. Now she’s got two ugly dresses.” (As you can see, gentle readers, false advertising reared its ugly head as early as 1925.)
This upsets Anna so much that, when she tends to Lady Mary’s toilette, Lady Mary wonders if Anna’s having a miscarriage again. “Oh, no, not yet, m’lady. It’s so much worse. Mrs. Hughes has the ugliest two dresses in creation in which to marry her Prince Charming!”
Lady Mary, wanting her revenge on her mama and wishing to play the grande dame, says, “Well, we can’t have that! Let’s have you, Mrs. Patmore, and Mrs. Hughes rifle through Mama’s closet for a nice designer coat that is worth 10 years of your combined salaries. I’m sure Mama won’t mind.”
But when Lady Cora returns to the Abbey from a meeting about the hospitals, where Violet and Isobel honked for hours like two fighting geese, she is in no frame of mind to think about frocks and coats and weddings, so Lady Mary remains mum when Mum heads straight up the stairs.
When Mama enters her inner sanctum she hits the roof. She sees Elsie in one of her best coats, with other clothes tossed helter skelter on the sacred Crawley bed, and Mrs. P. and Anna attending her as if Elsie was the countess!
“What the ….?!” Lady Cora screeches. “Out of my chambers!”
The servants scurry away, leaving Lady Cora’s coats in a heap and Mrs. Hughes feeling like a naughty child in need of a smack. Lady Cora is livid for this awful business. Lady Mary is livid with her Mama and reminds her that she, Mary, is not the only one suffering from affluenza. This makes Cora feel dreadful for being so churlish to those sweet servants who have worked the sweat off their brows since puberty for practically no pay morning, noon, and night.
Eating humble pie, Cora descends to the servants quarters with a beautiful embroidered coat for Elsie. “My abject apologies,” Mrs. Hughes. “Here’s a coat that cost the earth. Please wear it, keep it, and remember my largesse for the rest of your life.”
Elsie has no words to thank her properly, knowing that she, at 5′ 4,” will never fit into a coat created for a skinny 5′ 8″ aristo, unless Baxter is willing to stay up for the rest of the night to tailor it.
T’was the Night Before the Wedding
Carson, eager to see his bride-to-be, takes a peek into Mrs. Hughes’ parlor.
“Ack! We musn’t see each other tonight!” Mrs. Hughes protests, holding a thick blanket up to her high- necked flannel jammies. She needs another night to adjust to the idea of seeing her lothario naked, and of he seeing her naked, and … oh, goodness, she’s lost her train of thought.
She falls into a fitful sleep, until…
Reception Interruptus
Knock! Knock! “We’ve come to dress the bride!” Baxter and Anna tra-la as they waltz in.
“Well, that a sentence I never thought I’d hear,” says Elsie.
The wedding ceremony is sweet. Everyone is teary eyed, including the viewers.
Mr. & Mrs. Carson aka Charlie and Elsie. Credit: Courtesy of (C) Nick Briggs/Carnival Film & Television Limited 2015 for MASTERPIECE
Mrs. Hughes plain gray dress is beautifully enhanced by Lady Cora’s coat.
Elsie and Charlie’s wedding. Credit: Courtesy of (C) Nick Briggs/Carnival Film & Television Limited 2015 for MASTERPIECE
The wedding is sweet, the school house is decorated with white paper flags, and the guests are pleased as punch for all of 5 minutes, when Tom and Sybbie arrive to toast the bride and groom. Everyone abandons Charlie and Elsie to rush over to Tom. “I had to go to Boston to figure something out. I learned that Downton is my home and that you are my family.”
Tom and Sybbie join the festivities
Yeah, well, what a great way to take the spotlight off Elsie and Charlie at their reception, Tom. Harrumph and welcome back.
Music crescendoes. End of Episode 3, which I give 4 out of 5 stars.
My Recaps and Reviews of Season 6
Jane Austen's World 
Great spoof, Vic, and this episode finally showed some of Julian’s writing skill. I liked it better than the previous episodes for depicting negative ruling class snobbishness turned into updated getting-along-with-the-lower-classes, but underneath not really hearting it. Elsie’s wedding ensemble turned out fab and it was a warm and fuzzy ending with Tom and Sibbie back where they belong.
Love these recaps!! Wonderful. I run to my computer as soon as I have finished watching the episode to read your take on it. Thanks for sharing your talents!! I enjoyed this episode very much but do wish that Tom and Sibbie had not interrupted the wedding reception.
This was the best episode I have seen so far this season. I was disappointed with the previous two but this one had me entranced the whole time like “the old days” of watching the show. I was sad it ended because Tom’s back!
Ahhh…keep that tongue firmly planted in your cheek, Vic. Great recap. This was a fine episode and as I am a sentimental boobie, I cried at the wedding and of course when Tom came home. (I am still in love with the man, just a little.) There were some terrific lines and all in all a very satisfying episode.
Vic you mentioned I would be pleasantly surprised re Tom Branson. I am happy to see him back. However, he has put on weight. Middle age spread?
The table set for the wedding was so impressive. This wedding was the best of any in this series.
I believe Tom works out. He’s all muscle. And very handsome, yes? He’s a wonderful character played with great sensitivity. Rare in the real world.
Wonderful recap and episode. So glad to see Anna filled with hope, and I like the sentimentality too!
Great reviews. This one really gave me a chuckle. Jen Red
Methinks you are a cynic or a skeptic, Vic. I know not which. Delightful rif nevertheless. St. Thomas a’ Barrow–funny! Episode 3 was brilliant. Every minute. All of it seamless. And bride looked absolutely stunning.Loved Elsie’s funny aside to Mary;re Carson’s grandfatherly attachment: “He’d love you if you threw a brick at him.” I had an Uncle John who was like that. Dotting. Loving. He’d allow me, as a wee tot, to smear mustard on his bald pate, which unbeknownst to either of us at the time, was probably very good for the skin.I was floored when Tom and Sybie came into the room, and felt exactly how everyone was feeling; that is to say, overjoyed. It was very moving and the cherry on top of Charles and Elsie’s wedding day.
Both cynic and skeptic, you have me nailed, except, I’m a romantic as well.
You have such a lively mind it might be interesting for you to post a real commentary as well. Although humorous, the constant sexual references in this one didn’t do it for me, but I’m kind of a prude.
Thanks for your comment, Yolie. You will probably not like my next recap either for the reason you mentioned, but after that episode, those innuendos will settle down. The topics of wedding, courtship, and honeymoon really get me going. For my serious recaps, you might want to read my more researched posts, such as Highclere Castle floor plan, the Servants Quarters in Houses Such as Downton Abbey, 1920’s Fashions, Say Yes to the Dress, The Foxhunt, etc. (See sidebar.) Those posts take a long time to develop, whereas humor rolls off my fingertips.
Ah ha! The skeptic takes over on the subject of marriage but perhaps in so doing the romantic takes flight?
You’ve got it! :)
I must add: How can a non-romantic person maintain a popular Jane Austen blog for 11 years? My spoofs are riffs, my passion about Jane and her world are real.
I am very interested in what will happen to Thomas. His visit to the decaying estate was both funny and sad. “Service” is no longer the lofty job it once was. He will have to do several jobs at once. This scene reflected the downward changes taking place everywhere. Thomas is too intelligent to be a servant. I hope he seeks education in some skill such as book keeping. I must have missed something between Thomas and (I forgot her name) the lady he threatened. What did he have over her? Their relationship seems to have improved. One last question. What is causing the Estates going bankrupt? Is it higher taxes? Industrialization? On Jan 19, 2016 2:58 PM, “Jane Austens World” wrote:
> Vic commented: “I must add: How can a non-romantic person maintain a > popular Jane Austen blog for 11 years? My spoofs are riffs, my passion > about Jane and her world are real.” >
Of course you’re romantic, Vic. For pete’s sake. Admit it.
Too funny — Sir Thomas a Barrow made me laugh out loud. I was happy to see Tom and Sibbie but I would have been furious if I were the bride — must the Family constantly hog the spotlight?
And poor Sprat. He’ll never be rid of Denker.
Tut. Tut. I see Tom’s entrance at the wedding as a plus and a wonderful gift for everyone, including the newlyweds. It was the right moment too–as Elsie and Charles were being congratulated..We, the viewers, were as surprised and as happy as if we were there, Elsie and Charles will share that moment,fondly for years to come.I mean, there was Tom and Sibbie, out of the blue, wishing them all happiness
Nice points, LadyL – I felt the same. Elsie Hughes was one of Tom’s staunchest defenders through the years and I think it was great to have him back at just the right moment. I don’t see it as spoiling anything.
I’d forgotten. Of course, Mrs. Hughes had been especially fond of Tom.. Thanks for pointing this out. T’would make his entrance at her wedding all the more special.
Spratt compromises himself and is left open to Denker’s machinations. Those two are so funny. Looks like Spratt will be answering all the doorbells and making the hot chocolate.
Lets give Mrs. Patmore acknowledgement. A sweet woman. That wedding spread was spectacular.
Indeed. In fact, the schoolhouse looked as elegant as I hoped it would be. Elsie and Charlie had a mighty fine wedding reception. @$&&/((!?”””$& Tom for interrupting it.