[Kemal Pamuk, a Turkish diplomat, has been found dead in his bed - he actually died of a heart attack in Lady Mary's bed while they were making love, but only Mary, Cora and Anna the maid know this. Cora and her daughters are in the sitting room when Violet is shown in]
Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh my dears. Is it really true? I can't believe it. Last night he looked so well. Of course it *would* happen to a foreigner. It's typical.
Lady Mary Crawley: Don't be ridiculous.
Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I'm not being ridiculous. No Englishman would *dream* of dying in someone else's house - especially somebody they didn't even know.
Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [talking to Cora about Mary] ... we'd better get her settled before the bloom has gone quite off the rose.
Isobel Crawley: [Talking to Matthew about a letter that came from Downton Abbey] There are two young men staying, so you won't be so outnumbered for once.
Matthew Crawley: What men?
Isobel Crawley: A Turkish diplomat called something I can't read, and "Lord Branksome's charming son"... who is to be flung at Mary, presumably.
Matthew Crawley: When it comes to cousin Mary, she is quite capable of doing her own flinging, I assure you.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: Will we be seeing you here again?
Evelyn Napier: Nothing would give me more pleasure, but I'm afraid I'm a little busy at the moment, and...
Evelyn Napier: I wonder if I might risk embarrassing you, because I should like to make myself clear. The truth is, Lady Grantham, I am not a vain man; I do not consider myself a very interesting person... but I feel it's important that my future wife should think me so. A woman who finds me boring could never love me, and I believe marriage should be based on love... at least at the start.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: [reading from Evelyn Napier's letter in which he discusses the countess' invitation to stay at Downton the night before the hunt] Apparently he's bringing a friend with him, an attache at the Turkish Embassy, Mr. Kemal Pamuk. He's the son of one of the Sultan's ministers and he's here for the Albanian talks.
Lady Mary Crawley: [Looking confused] What's that?
Lady Edith Crawley: To create an independent Albania. Don't you read the papers?
Lady Mary Crawley: I'm too busy living a life.
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Of course it would happen to a foreigner. No Englishman would dream of dying in someone else's house.
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: One can't go to pieces at the death of every foreigner. We'd all be in a constant state of collapse whenever we opened a newspaper.
Lady Mary Crawley: [about Evelyn Napier] He's out with the York and Ainsty next week. The meet is at Downton. He wants some tea when he's up here.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: Where's he staying? With friends?
Lady Mary Crawley: He says he's found a pub that caters for hunting.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: Oh, we can improve on that - he must come here; he can send the horses up early, if he wants.
Lady Mary Crawley: He'll know why you're asking him.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: I can't think what you mean; his mother's a friend of mine - she'll be pleased at the idea.
Lady Mary Crawley: Not *very* pleased... she's dead.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: ...All the more reason, then.
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: I don't dislike Matthew. In fact, I rather admire him.
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Is that sufficient reason to give him your money?
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham: Well, of course not!
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Then there's nothing more to be said.
Matthew Crawley: [to Evelyn Napier after Mary rudely leaves their conversation to talk to Kemal Pamuk] It seems we must brush up on our powers of fascination.
Evelyn Napier: I was a fool to bring him here.
Matthew Crawley: Don't you like him?
Evelyn Napier: Well, I like him very much. But so does everyone else, unfortunately.
Evelyn Napier: [Lady Edith glaces over at them, smiles, and approaches] Excuse me.
Evelyn Napier: [about Kemal Pamuk's death] I imagine you've heard what's happened.
Lady Mary Crawley: Yes.
Evelyn Napier: Terrible thing. Awful. Ghastly for your parents; I don't suppose I shall ever make it up to them.
Lady Mary Crawley: But it wasn't your fault.
Evelyn Napier: Well, I brought him here. If it isn't my fault, who's it it?... I was wondering if you might show me the gardens before I go...? We could get some fresh air.
Lady Mary Crawley: I won't, if you'll forgive me. I ought to stay and help Mama.
Evelyn Napier: [nods] Of course. I'm so sorry about all of this. I've told your father I'll deal with the embassy-there won't be any more annoyance for you.
Lady Mary Crawley: Thank you.
Evelyn Napier: Actually, he was a terribly nice fellow. I wish you could have known him better.
[Lady Mary starts to tear up]
Evelyn Napier: I took him on as a duty, but I liked him more and more, the longer I knew him.
[Looks up, notices Mary crying]
Evelyn Napier: Perhaps you saw his qualities for yourself.
[Lady Mary turns and runs back up the stairs, sobbing]
Evelyn Napier: Which, obviously... you did.