Letters
Betwee and 2 x 1
"Hi Branson," said Lady Sybil, clearly holding letters in her hand. "It's good to know Sir Jonathan is safe and James Yates has recovered from his wounds. I just wish…"
"Wish what?" Tom couldn't help snapping, as he steered the motor into the road. He had no right to be angry. Lady Sybil was a pretty girl with a warm heart; of course, she had many suitors.
"I wish they weren't in the trenches, placing themselves in danger." Sybil said with a sigh. "Even more, I wish the war were over. Andrew, Lord Mar's son, died a few months ago."
"Maybe he deserved it," Tom said before he could stop himself. He hated the British government, he hated the war, and most of all, listening to Lady Sybil speak of her suitors made him irate.
"How could you say such a thing!" she said, sounding hurt as well as angry. "No one deserves to die, least of all one of the men I danced with last year."' Despite his anger, Tom's heart swelled at how much she cared about everyone.
He should be lucky Lady Sybil considered him a friend, but he wanted love, considering how perfect she was.