"Invite the wounded into our home?" Lord Grantham splutters, both the
forwardness of the young doctor and the gall of the suggestion affecting
him. It is his mother, the Dowager Countess who interjects to stop what
could have turned into an outburst, though when she speaks Sybil winces.
"What will the French think of next? Should we install a guillotine in the
village square too?" She laughs, dismissing the suggestion as ridiculous.
"My word. An Irishman as a chauffeur and now a Frenchman as a Doctor in the
village. How very cosmopolitan."
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Date: 2014-05-26 03:28 am (UTC)"Invite the wounded into our home?" Lord Grantham splutters, both the forwardness of the young doctor and the gall of the suggestion affecting him. It is his mother, the Dowager Countess who interjects to stop what could have turned into an outburst, though when she speaks Sybil winces.
"What will the French think of next? Should we install a guillotine in the village square too?" She laughs, dismissing the suggestion as ridiculous. "My word. An Irishman as a chauffeur and now a Frenchman as a Doctor in the village. How very cosmopolitan."