Sybil Crawley

Henri blinks owlishly at her, and for a moment, selfishly, he can only think, it is far too early in the morning for this sort of thing. He knows Sybil was married at home, had come to terms with it some time ago, and though he had not stopped to think about it further, he cannot be surprised that Sybil and Tom Branson had a child. But what is it doing here?

Worse yet, there is something knowing and sorrowful in his new bride’s eyes. She looks older.

“Are you certain?” he asks quietly.