Having conducted his exam, Dr. Clarkson explains to Mrs. Hughes that on her next visit, he'll draw some fluid from the cyst. If it's clear, end of story; if not, he'll have to send it away to be tested. Mrs. Hughes asks, in that latter case, if the worry is cancer; Dr. Clarkson says that's one eventuality, but he's fairly certain it isn't. Mrs. Patmore latches onto that, probably unaware that this is the same guy who told Matthew he'd never walk again. Mrs. Hughes is like, "If the doctor treats me like an adult, Mrs. Patmore, why do you insist on treating me like a child?" Mrs. Patmore doesn't blame the company she normally keeps, which is somewhat disappointing.

Speaking of children, Daisy is still on about the oven when Reed walks into the kitchen and announces that Martha is indeed headed to the Dowager Countess' for tea. Alfred passes by with a sheepish smile, which she returns without the sheepish part; when he's gone, she amusedly announces that she thinks he likes her. Daisy guesses he's just being friendly, but Reed isn't swayed and neither am I.

Upstairs, Mary finds Matthew seated at a desk slogging through his mail and he explains that he wants to get through it before he goes back into the office. Mary asks if there's anything about the estate and he hands her a note that apparently says Matthew is indeed the heir, although they may have to get Heir #2's death certificate from the Indian authorities for it to be official, which might take a while. Mary's like, great, more time to change your mind, but Matthew's typically humorless about the subject and sniffs that Lord Grantham understands. Mary: "I don't think he understands at all; he just doesn't want to beg!" Sorry, Matthew, but after seeing that scene in the study, I think she's probably right. Having her own plan to pursue, she tells him she's off to the Dowager Countess' for tea. He tells her he loves her terribly and she gives a small smile: "Yes. I know you do." Keep on keeping him guessing, Mary -- there are few things better on this show than Matthew's befuddled expression.