Sybil's head was whirring, not just because of the pain, but because of the actual night. She couldn't believe the feeling inside of her, but she felt it. It was obvious that the feelings were one way, because she was pretty sure he was in love with Mary. But still her thoughts kept turning to the man she shouldn't like, Matthew Crawley.

As she came downstairs for breakfast, she saw Mary looking happier then she had seen her for a while. Mary stopped and smiled at Sybil.

"Are you alright?" Mary asked, "after last night?"

"Yes…" Sybil sighed slowly raising an eyebrow, "what's wrong with you, your very happy for some reason."

Mary sighed and shook her head at her sister.

"I thought you would know by now," Mary smiled, "Matthew has proposed."

The first thought that raced into Sybil's head was hurt, but then she thought well it was going to happen anyway, I might as well be pleased for my sister.

"Oh Mary!" Sybil smiled, "I'm so glad. Did you except him."

"No not yet, I'm going to give him an answer when we get back from London," Mary explained and flounced off into the dining room.

Sybil frowned, if Mary really loved him she would of excepted by now. Shaking, all thoughts of Matthew from her head, she walked into the dining room.

Edith was positively glowing, talking non stop about the night at the opera with Sir Anthony Strallen. Sybil was seriously pleased for Edith, finally she had some happiness, but the look on her fathers face, suggested that it wouldn't last long, if he had anything to do with it. Robert turned to Sybil and started to converse with her.

"I see you decided not to leave last night," he said hardily meeting his daughters eyes.

"Of course I didn't I was only going to leave if you sacked Branson," Sybil sighed, "unless you have of course."

"Of course I haven't but the politics stop now!" Robert ordered.

In her head, Sybil wanted to scream. No way would she give up her politics, not even for her family, they just don't get that it means a lot to her.

Once Sybil finished her breakfast, she left the dining room quickly, feeling that her family and even the servants were judging her after last night. As she walked into the main hall, she saw Matthew come through the front door and her heart, regrettably, skipped a beat. She went to greet him smiling, trying to stop shaking.

"Cousin Matthew," she smiled in that husky voice of hers.

"Cousin Sybil," he smiled back, "I just dropped by to see how you are. I see you have made a quick recovery."

"I didn't get a chance to properly thank you. So thank you."

They both laughed and stood in awkward silence for one minute.

"Would you like me to get Mary," Sybil sighed with a hint of jealously in her voice, "I'm sure that's why you came."

Matthew smiled and looked at Sybil with those big blue, making her legs go wobbly.

"No actually, I've come to talk to your father," Matthew said surprised, "about some cottages. I'm sure Mary wouldn't want to talk about them."

They both laughed. It was so easy to be around Matthew, Sybil thought.

Suddenly, Mary came down the corridor and smiled.

"Ah Cousin Matthew," she said coyly.

"I'll leave you two to it," Sybil smiled at Matthew and walked trying very hard to stop being jealous over Mary and Matthew.