It had been commented on, sometimes with respect, often with confusion and a note of derision. Surely it was an oddity: a family so tightly knit.
The Dowager had remarked it was unnatural for a woman of Sybil’s station to be so tied to her child and husband. Tom had to fight hard to keep his laughter at bay. Instead he’d smiled, his voice patient. “As unnatural as being a nurse? As marrying a chauffeur?”
The Countess’ eyebrow had gone up.
"My Sybil isn’t exactly interested in doing things the way they’ve been done Lady Grantham. She knows her own mind and doesn’t need anyone dictating to her. She has strength beyond any I’ve seen in any other person, male or female. It’s a privileged to have her be the mother of my children, it’s a gift to our daughter to have such a mother. There is no happiness that can compare to the time we spend together. If that is unnatural then I suppose we’ll continue to be an oddity and a topic of speculation."
"We’re quite used to it," Sybil interjected, a wicked smile on her lips as she sent an unrepentant wink to her grinning husband.