Sir Anthony Strallan. Sir Anthony? Don't worry, Lady Grantham. I haven't got the date wrong. What a relief. I could hear Cora wondering if dinner would stretch. No, I'm not really here at all, but I was driving past your gates on the way to the Callender-Becketts, and I thought I'd take a chance. You see, the thing is, I've got two tickets for a concert in York next Friday. How nice. Although, I--I can't-- No, I was hoping that Lady Edith might like to accompany me. But I'd love to. Shouldn't you ask what sort of concert it is? Just Hungry Hundreds stuff mostly, you know. Bellini, Puccini, Rossini. I'm not up to anything complicated. I--I'd like that very much. Excellent. Well, it's quite a hike, so I'll pick you up around 6:00? Lady Jervas has asked us for a bite to eat afterwards, if that's all right with your mother? By all means. Well, I must run. I hope I haven't spoilt your dinner. We may have to hire a nurse after all.