Sybil Crawley

“Oh, and what do you do for work?” Once, Combeferre might have found it easy to surmise how a woman made a living - factory work or laundry, keeping a shop or, if a bit more respectable, working as a governess. Once, even men’s options had been relatively limited and predictable, products of wealth, and education, and circumstances of birth. He still found himself amazed at the variety of lives people could construct for themselves here, and that so many found that freedom unremarkable. “Oh, I am finding my way. I have gotten myself a position teaching French, and am examining options for returning to school. I have a friend who arrived, as well, since we last spoke.” He nodded across the room towards Prouvaire.