Rose pops in to tell Mary they're off to the luncheon, only to have Anna inform her that she's already gone down. Rose starts to head that way herself, but turns back to smile to Anna that she was kind to cheer her up the day before. Anna tells her it's quite all right, but when Rose says to let her know if she can return the favor, Anna tells her there is, in fact, something she can help her with. If it's to get a less boring husband, Anna, that may be beyond Rose's powers.
Led by that crusty Scotsman who was working with Matthew earlier, Lord Grantham and Shrimpie creep up on some deer, but Lord Grantham fails to take a shot when it's there, which Crusty Scotsman says is good, since they don't rush things around there. Given that I've written about six thousand words without anything really having happened, I'm starting to get that.
Mrs. Patmore is showing Mrs. Hughes the dress she got, presumably from her "friend" Tufton -- a peach number with a ribbon collar that Mrs. Patmore thinks might be a little "girlish." Mrs. Hughes thinks she should go for it since they rarely get a chance to dress young, so Mrs. Patmore hands her the accompanying note, which asks her to give him "the honor of squiring you through the day." Mrs. Patmore says no one's wanted to squire her anyway since the Golden Jubilee -- hee, and awww -- and Mrs. Hughes gets that look on her face that appears when she's about to bring up something delicate, which has been a lot rarer since Ethel cleaned up her act. She asks what Mrs. Patmore will do if he has further intentions, adding that there's only one reason a man that age courts a respectable woman. Mrs. Patmore doesn't quite get her meaning, which makes me wonder how narrowly Mrs. Hughes is defining "respectable" here, but she makes her meaning plain: "He finds himself in need of a wife!" And she was already questioning the blouse.
Bates and Anna are having their picnic and Anna even pulls out a bottle of beer she nicked from someplace. She toasts to the future and to his "Scottish blood," which makes him wonder what she's up to. She tell him it's nothing, but her giggling speaks otherwise, prompting him to grab the picnic basket and hold it out of her reach as he repeats the question. I mean, it's not as cute as fluffy bunnies, but a little playful immaturity is only one of many things that would make this couple more relatable. They kiss...
...while across the moors, it seems that patience did indeed prove a virtue, as there's a dead deer lashed to a horse in Lord Grantham's party. Now that they're walking, Lord Grantham asks Shrimpie if everything's all right and Shrimpie opens a flask and hands it to his mate as he sighs that it isn't all right, not at all, but he doesn't see the point in discussing it when there's nothing to be done. Taking his meaning, Lord Grantham says he's not so sure these days and mentions one couple they know who got a divorce and weren't run out of the country or anything, but Shrimpie tells Lord Grantham that with his official post, it isn't an option. Lord Grantham takes that to mean the Empire will want Susan by Shrimpie's side wherever they send him and Shrimpie offers that she'll do it well -- she could teach diplomacy to experts. I'm guessing this is a "do as a say, not as I do" situation. Shrimpie adds that the problem is simply that they don't like each other, and that comment I certain won't dispute.