Combeferre bit down on the inside of his lip, warring with himself. Sybil was trying to be kind, offering him escape from a conversation that could only end poorly. He understood something of the fact that she played peacemaker as often as he once had - a thoroughly unappreciated role.
But he had seen hospitals in Paris infinitely worse than the one in the village, and the relative equality of Darrow, and with those two extremes in his mind, he found silence difficult. “Lady Sybil is correct,” he said with gentleness that he hoped she would read as an apology. “But might the predicament be easily remedied? With little inconvenience to yourselves, some corner of your home could be set aside for those most in need, surely."
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Date: 2014-05-26 02:52 am (UTC)But he had seen hospitals in Paris infinitely worse than the one in the village, and the relative equality of Darrow, and with those two extremes in his mind, he found silence difficult. “Lady Sybil is correct,” he said with gentleness that he hoped she would read as an apology. “But might the predicament be easily remedied? With little inconvenience to yourselves, some corner of your home could be set aside for those most in need, surely."