I don't know.

↳ Of course you do, you ridiculous girl. Cast your mind back to the night of April the thirteenth.

The night of the cotillion?

↳ You're not well-dressed enough to play that stupid with me, child. The evening after.

I did nothing that day.

↳ You did plenty.

"She made the butcher bring one piece of meat after another until she found one that looked tender enough to suit her.

'It's not for me, it's for my dog,' she explained haughtily to the waiting women in the shop who were beginning to be impatient.

'That dog's going to make the Social Register yet!' the butcher declared to an appreciative audience when she had left."

Can hard work get you ahead? Will laziness be punished with a fall? To what extent do our parents’ fortunes determine our own? The answers to these questions say a great deal about what it’s like to live in a particular time and place. If this season of Downton Abbey has an argument thus far, it is that social mobility is increasing.