Downton, in a series of little cliffhangers. So Dickens of me, dontcha think?

"...Is everything working as it should?"  The doctor to Matthew, referencing the latter's Johnson.
"She may not tell the truth to set him free."  Lord Grantham to Bates' wife. Isn't it in the Holy Bible somewhere?
"I'm always a failure in this family." Fugly to her brother-in-law. I hope it inspires her to b!t@h-slap the hell outta everyone in the whole castle.
"I might not have much, but I have my good name."  The cook who doesn't want to work with a former prostitute.  Like your name matters as much as an easy lay.
"Just one of the tricks of the trade" new guy to new girl to Daisy-of-the-ears. I bet the footman could teach both of them some tricks.
"You must be silent.  I cannot allow you to interfere." Mean doctor to nice doctor which foreshadows something bad, I'm sure.
"We're not going backwards, just promise me that." Woman in childbirth to confused husband. This is also bad.
"Would you invite an ex-prostitute to live here?" Carson, who on the inside is all over that $hit.
"The decision lies with the chauffeur." Finally, the chauffeur gets to make a decision.
"You men are always helpless when a baby's in the picture." Said every woman to every man. Ever.
"HE needs to move forward." Foreshadowing from the almost-dead wife.
"I'd like to tell him to keep his distance." new footman regarding the evil gay valet.
"It looks as if..." mean doctor who really wants to say "$hit, I f*c#ed up."
"But this can't be...she's twenty-four years old." Dad who listened to mean doctor and didn't take his kid to the hospital when he should have.
"Could you ask your father to sleep in the dressing room tonight?" Mom who wanted to take the kid to the hospital hours before.
"Do you think we might get along a little better in the future?" Fugly to mean, sorority-girl sister.
"Doubt it." Mean sorority sister to Fugly.
"She's volunteered to nurse the baby."  Wet nurse talk.  Bates has to deliver that news. I would pay all kinds of money to see that.
"mumble, mumble..." I can never hear when they talk in the jail.
"Philip and your father knew better and now she's dead."  One pi$$ed off mom and I think maybe this might be a problem later on. (foreshadowing)

Now that you have the update, here's something stupid:

I decided that every week, I would do something Downton inspired, and this week it's setting my table for high tea.  (Which would be great if it was tea that made you high, but it's not, so there you have it.)



I started with a tablecloth that had castles on it

 



I added a coffee service/teacup/birds' nest/chenille chick centerpiece.

 

vintage teacups andglass plates

 



Add glasses and napkins and a tiered server with gingerbread scones, et voila!

 

I will be calling Dame Maggie Smith to see if she's available.

 

(Okay,(Jessica) I did a tablescape.  No, I am NOT "Naps on the Porch." She makes a whole art and science of tablescapes.  But I figured once, before I die, I will do a tablescape.  If you want a mantle, just wait.  That could be next.)