I’m in love with the Dowager Countess of DAbbey! She’s the old woman I want to be when I grow up. She’s equipped with a set of huge sagging eyes that miss nothing and a knife for a tongue that slice and dice with no repercussions.
She is a lioness always circling about, protecting her cubs. Hobbling on a cane into every situation. Reunifying marriages, advocating for the younger set, and making one’s life miserable if you make her “F List.” Ever the diplomat, Lady Violet would have done well in politics. Her cards stay up her sleeves until it’s absolutely necessary to reveal them. She’s a diplomat at the core who has no qualms in making deals for the greater good of the family.
The family’s properties and finances need a resurgence in innovation to survive. She makes a case to her son to let the younger family members handle the household affairs.
Robert: “I’ll do it on one condition – no, two. First, Matthew must agree . . . Second, you will both admit it when you realize you were wrong.”
Lady Violet: “Oh, well, that is an easy caveat to accept, because I’m never wrong.”
Her son’s marriage is in danger of ending, no qualms about getting a doctor to lie.
Dr Clarkson: “You want me to lie?”
Lady Violet: “Lie is so unmusical of a word.”
Heavily garbed in yards of taffeta, Lady Violet spares no expense in giving you a piece of her mind, ever so fashionably. She’s not ready for the dawn of this new age. Women’s roles are changing yet she is quite fine with pretending to be the complacent female. This outward show of feminism is quite unsettling to her.
Matthew: “Edith has had an invitation to write a newspaper column.”
Lady Violet: “When may she expect an offer to appear on the London stage?”
To be old and to say whatever comes to mind. It is the stuff of dreams! The writers have done a superb job in making our Lady Violet’s scenes worth the rewind on our remote.