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.
It's teatime and Lady Cora asks after Uncle Harold; Martha tells her that his idée fixe is yachts. "Bigger yachts, faster yachts... something with yachts." Rather than ask how much yachts are going for these days, Lady Cora asks if he's happy, but Martha snorts that he's far too busy to find out. The Dowager Countess remarks how strange it is to her that Lady Cora has a brother, explaining, "There's no such thing as an English heiress with a brother." Heh. She asks why they never see him, so Martha tells her he hates to leave America. The Dowager Countess: "Curious -- he hates to leave America; I should hate to go there." Mary, since you're younger, you might want to introduce your paternal grandmother to the idea of a sales pitch. Mary course-corrects her, saying she can't mean that when they're both so drawn to -- AHEM -- "America," and the Dowager Countess cottons on, saying that it's true, given how strong the bond between the Crawleys and the Levinsons is. Martha already looks like she'd be searching for the candid camera if that show (or television) existed yet, and even Lady Cora is like, "That's nice... if you mean it." Heh. The Dowager Countess affirms her sincerity though, saying it's wonderful how the families support each other, but Martha thinks she means the Crawleys needed the Levinson cash to keep them on top. Good read, Martha; just adjust your tenses and you're there. Mary steps in to say they wouldn't quite put it that way, but they do hope Martha feels Lady Cora's fortune has been well spent, to which Martha replies, "Well, you gotta spend it on somethin'." For once, we don't end with a line from the Dowager Countess, but her face is like, "This is going to be harder than I thought."