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Sea Monsters of Yorkshire
"There's nothing wrong with doctors. We all need doctors."
"We all need crossing sweepers and drainmen too, it doesn't mean we have to dine with them."
In only a month, the arrival of Matthew and Isobel Crawley has completely disrupted the order of life at Downton. Sybil may protest that there's nothing wrong with a lawyer son of a doctor, but the fact remains that the two Crawley families are different.
There can be no bridge between them.
And yet her own mother and grandmother would attempt to build one.
"Did you mention this to Granny? Did she laugh?"
"Why would she? It was her idea."
Mary had her entire life to ready herself to marry Patrick, and she was prepared to do it, for the good of the family. It was right, it was practical, and besides, Patrick was a gentleman.
She was nothing short of horrified that Mama and Granny could betray her like this. How easily they gave up on her and her inheritance once the usurper arrived.
"Perseus, son of a god. Rather more fitting, wouldn't you say?"
"That depends. I'd have to know more about the princess and the sea monster in question."
Mary was forced to grant that Matthew Crawley was not unintelligent, though he might have found a better way to prove it than by insulting her.
And although her strange conversation with Sybil those weeks ago had proved to be rather prescient,
Mary can't think what, other than Sybil's inherent kindness, would provoke her to claim that Cousin Matthew is "really not that bad."
"You won't marry him though, will you?"
"What, marry a sea monster?"
She most certainly will not marry him. How could she stand herself if she did? That smug face staring back her from across the table, day after day, self-satisfied in the knowledge that he had secured not only a fortune and a title, but a bride far out of his league.
The idea is beyond ridiculous. Especially when she has other prospects, like Evelyn Napier, who had written so kindly. A Viscount is not an Earl, but Matthew Crawley would always be an Earl in name only, because he certainly woud not be one in breeding.
And gentle-natured Sybil was also naive, so it would only be best to forget her words.
"We shouldn't laugh, that's so unkind."
[Dialogue from Downton Abbey 1.02]
"We all need crossing sweepers and drainmen too, it doesn't mean we have to dine with them."
In only a month, the arrival of Matthew and Isobel Crawley has completely disrupted the order of life at Downton. Sybil may protest that there's nothing wrong with a lawyer son of a doctor, but the fact remains that the two Crawley families are different.
There can be no bridge between them.
And yet her own mother and grandmother would attempt to build one.
"Did you mention this to Granny? Did she laugh?"
"Why would she? It was her idea."
Mary had her entire life to ready herself to marry Patrick, and she was prepared to do it, for the good of the family. It was right, it was practical, and besides, Patrick was a gentleman.
She was nothing short of horrified that Mama and Granny could betray her like this. How easily they gave up on her and her inheritance once the usurper arrived.
"Perseus, son of a god. Rather more fitting, wouldn't you say?"
"That depends. I'd have to know more about the princess and the sea monster in question."
Mary was forced to grant that Matthew Crawley was not unintelligent, though he might have found a better way to prove it than by insulting her.
And although her strange conversation with Sybil those weeks ago had proved to be rather prescient,
Mary can't think what, other than Sybil's inherent kindness, would provoke her to claim that Cousin Matthew is "really not that bad."
"You won't marry him though, will you?"
"What, marry a sea monster?"
She most certainly will not marry him. How could she stand herself if she did? That smug face staring back her from across the table, day after day, self-satisfied in the knowledge that he had secured not only a fortune and a title, but a bride far out of his league.
The idea is beyond ridiculous. Especially when she has other prospects, like Evelyn Napier, who had written so kindly. A Viscount is not an Earl, but Matthew Crawley would always be an Earl in name only, because he certainly woud not be one in breeding.
And gentle-natured Sybil was also naive, so it would only be best to forget her words.
"We shouldn't laugh, that's so unkind."
[Dialogue from Downton Abbey 1.02]