Mrs. Hyacinth Gibson was a self centered, sneaky and manipulative woman, one that gives our gender a poor name. Because Dr. Gibson and Molly were both such superior beings, and Cynthia so honest about her shortcomings I easily disliked Hyacinth. Particularly when she eavesdropped and looked up the fragility of Rogers older (but unknowing to most) unavailable brother and immediately turned her previous rudeness to Roger into a sacharine coated web to keep him snared for "her poor fatherless daughter". She never referred to Molly as her poor motherless step daughter. She made a vastly unusual and silly villain. Elizabeth Gaskell, Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot, the screenplays such as Berkeley Square, series like Upstairs Downstairs are all supreme, but few. And the BBC has done wonderful and magical work bringing them to life on film. It would be magnificent if somewhere more manuscripts were found, or new authors blessed with a love of the history and knowledge of the engrossing; but even so I return to them month after month, year after year never tiring of them like a favorite restaurant or holiday retreat, I urge you to read or watch and dare you not to fall in love with these wondrous works.