Sybil Crawley

Combeferre winced. "Tragedy on top of tragedy," he murmured. "And yet, I find myself surprised by how pessimistic so many here seem to be, despite their advantages. I know well that nothing is perfect, but..." he trailed off with a frown. "For example, I recently spoke to a man, another outsider here, but one whose home better aligns with this place, who claimed to be suspicious of the many services Darrow offers free of charge. And while I grant such privileges are miraculous and even baffling, but does no one in the modern world dream of a better future, or look back on all that has been accomplished already? I never thought I would see the day that medical care was provided to all without cost, but even two hundred years ago, I knew that it would happen." He shrugged sheepishly. "Am I making any sense?"