Do consider f**king the help, especially if he knows how to drive. If you have an intellectual connection with your Socialist chauffeur, don’t let your posh father find out about it. But do consider him, Sybil. Branson is hot and smart and really into you and probably wouldn’t mind if you wore those silly pantsuits all the time. And he has a car you can make out in. But Lord Grantham must NEVER know. Let’s hope Mary doesn’t spill the beans.