Bates and Anna are painting the cottage, which certainly looks less like something out of Oliver Twist in the daylight. Apparently Bates has been expressing misgivings about the Thomas situation and Anna wonders why he's even bothering. "Good riddance." And when Saint Anna -- who even recently bonded with Thomas over Sybil -- is willing to cut him loose, it says a lot about what a nasty piece of work he's been in the past. Bates still can't get their last conversation out of his head, though, and resolves to ask Mrs. Hughes what's going on before absently spattering paint on himself, which doesn't seem incredibly surprising.
Oh, here's Rose, looking like... well, what I'd imagine Gypsy Rose Lee dressed like, in a wraparound shawl that could be lost at a moment's notice and a tiara across her forehead instead of her hair. She's definitely embodying the Roaring Twenties as she hails a cab and looks around to make sure she wasn't spotted...
...while back at Downton, it's dusk, and Bates has just heard the whole story from Mrs. Hughes. Given all the gossip that gets passed around below stairs, I wonder how accurate the story is when it's third-hand like this, but even trying to imagine the ways it could be corrupted is paralyzing. Bates wonders how anyone such as Carson could be shocked about Thomas, but Mrs. Hughes sighs that the point that the knowledge is now official and as such Carson can't avoid the subject. Referring to their dilemma with Jimmy James, Bates says he wouldn't wish prison on any man and chuckles at how fate has decreed he have sympathy for Thomas. I know how he feels!
At dinner, Rosamund wonders if they shouldn't have waited, but Matthew is like, "Uh, no," while Edith takes the blame for letting Rose out of her sight. After a bit of talk about their days (and Rosamund seems very excited about Edith's new job), everyone notices the butler acting funny and after he beckons someone into the room, a portly man in uniform enters, whom the butler explains was the driver who picked Rose up from outside. He reluctantly says that Rose left her scarf in the back of the cab, but the butler, who has been far too long on this earth to put up with people dithering, tells him to get on with telling them why he's been sent up to the dining room, so the driver offers that he knows where Rose is and her maid downstairs encouraged him to tell Rosamund. Rosamund says she was quite right to do so, so he tells the room that she first went to Warwick Square, to pick up a..."friend," at which place he sat outside for the better part of two hours. Edith and Matthew shift uncomfortably at all the things an eighteen-year-old with loose morals and high energy could get up to in that time, while Rosamund stays stone-faced: "How very expensive." Hee. After that, he took them to a club, "The Blue Dragon" on Greek Street, and Rosamund asks what kind of club that is. The driver stammers out, "Well... you know," to which Rosamund archly replies, "That's the point. I don't." You'll excuse me while I make some popcorn before watching what Rosamund does to this callow flapper.