Sybil Crawley

Henri put his arm around Sybil, drawing her closer. “Well, I did make an odd discovery today. I found someone I knew in Paris in a history book. Raspail was his name - I cannot claim to have known him well, but we ran in similar circles, and I always admired him. He went on to make some significant medical advances. I was reading about cell theory, and there he was, staring back at me.” While nothing near the solution to the city’s current plague that he had been hoping to find, the discovery had been gratifying.