Branson's sitting in the window seat holding the baby, when Mary enters and tells him not to get up. She sits in a chair next to him and asks how the plans for the christening are going and he tells her it's all arranged to happen at a Catholic church in Ripon. Mary wonders if he was going to tell them, but he admits he was only going to invite her and Matthew. "I didn't think the others would want to know." I find that a bit unfair to, at the very least, Cora (who's been fiercely on Branson's side and also as an American couldn't care less about the Church of England) and Edith (who also defended Branson to Travis and at the moment can pretty much be counted on to do the opposite of what her father wishes). Regardless, Mary asks Branson to "give them a chance to behave properly" and she's one of my very favorites and even I find that rich coming from her generally, although in matters of tolerance her track record puts her on much firmer ground. Branson puts baby Sybil in her crib and after they admire her for a moment, Branson asks Mary if she'd be the child's godmother. And: Awwww. I'm not made of stone, here. Mary wonders if that's even allowed, but Branson tells her only one of the godparents has to be Catholic, adding that his brother will be the other -- he's coming and will stay in the village. However, Mary casually informs him that the brother will stay at Downton, whereupon Branson replies that his brother is a bit of a "rough diamond." Mary tells him she's quite fond of diamonds and I applaud her open-mindedness, but Branson maybe the "rough" part bears repeating?
Bates and Anna are out having a nice little stroll and I'm guessing Anna is being allowed some liberties in her schedule for the moment as well. They arrive at a row of brick cottages and Anna tells him which one she thinks will come to them, but Bates is still occupied with the question of what he's going to do. Anna firmly tells him Lord Grantham will have to turn Thomas loose and Bates smiles, "Revenge is sweet." Man, he's probably going to be extra-pious for a week just for that little moment of indulgence.