Sybil nearly chokes on what she’s eating, and she can see Edith blanch quite considerably. It’s Mary who is the instigator of more, leaning forward to ask intently, “what is it exactly that you think that we could do, Doctor Combeferre? Turn Downton into a hospital? Pay for every man who comes through the village to relax in luxury?”

“Mary,” Sybil hisses at her sister, before dabbing at her mouth and speaking more politely hoping to stop this conversation before it truly begins. “I think Hen- the Doctor was just commenting on the crowded conditions at the hospital. Wasn’t he?”