Before another fancy dinner -- really, how are they affording all of this -- Martha and Violet meet in the hall. And I will just let them do the talking.
Martha: Oh dear, I'm afraid the war has made old women of us both.
Violet: Oh I wouldn't say that, but then I always keep out of the sun. How did you find Downton on your return?
Martha: Much the same, really. Probably too much the same. But I don't want to cast a pall over all that and this.
Violet: How could you ever do that?
Martha: Tell me, what do you think of young Lochinvar who has so ably carried off our granddaughter and our money. Do you approve of him?
Violet: Not as much as you will, once you get to know him.
Martha: Hmm. Has he gone home to change?
Violet: Oh no. We won't see him again tonight. The groom never sees the bride the night before the wedding.
Martha: Nothing ever alters for you people, does it? Revolutions erupt, and monarchies crash to the ground, and the groom cannot still see the bride before the wedding.
Violet: You Americans never understand the importance of tradition.
Martha: Yes, we do. We just don't give it power over us. History and tradition took Europe into a world war. Maybe you should think about letting go of its hand.
(Martha got the best of Violet here, don't you think?)
During dinner, Mary leaves the table in distress and Edith informs the family of the fight. (I was actually expecting Edith to be a bit nastier here, but she surprised me. Who knew?) And there might not be a wedding after all.
NEXT: Branson to the rescue!