As Sybil suspected, dinner was as tense as it was quiet. She ate silently to the sound of spoons lightly clinking against the glass bowls around her as her family ate. Even as he ate, Donk looked quite upset. His brows were furrowed as he stared down at his food. Across from Sybil, Edward was glancing at her and giving her a look that she read as him feeling awkward. She cleared her throat and gingerly sipped at her champagne. She could see that George, who was seated in between Edward and Aunt Edith, was wanting to say something, but something was holding him back. Sybil knew that whatever he had to say would wait but as she was about to take a bite of her dinner George stood up.
"I wish to say something," he announced.
"George, not now." Edward huffed as he ate, clearly knowing what his friend was about to say.
"Yes, George, what is it?" Donk asked impatiently, looking up at his grandson. Aunt Mary turned towards her son, curious as to what he was about to say.
"I want to enlist," George spoke clearly and without a hint of hesitation or nervousness. Sybil's eyes widened in surprise as did her family's.
"George," Aunt Mary said quietly, wanting her son to take a seat.
"No, you will not enlist, George. Sit down." Donk responded.
"I will enlist," George protested.
"Sit down, George," Uncle Henry said. Cora shook her head at George. Aunt Mary clenched her jaw and looked at her son. "George, do as your father says."
"I can't, Mother," George said. "Why should I? I am my own man now! I want to enlist and help our country gain back what we are losing! I'm going to enlist and fight, just like my father did!"
Donk stood up so fast that the table shook. "No, you will not!"
Sybil scooted her chair closer to her father in fear, while Marigold gasped and covered her mouth. The entire family seemed to be flabbergasted.
"I will not have my grandson going off to war only to be slain!"
"Oh, Robert," Cora soothed.
"No, he will not be leaving!" Donk yelled. "I may have fought in a war in my youth, but it is ugly, George! You haven't the slightest idea what war does to a man! War is a bloody and gruesome thing; it is not like how you use to play toy soldiers in the nursery. Your father, God rest his soul, almost died in the war and we have even lost good friends to war. I shall not have my only grandson fighting."
George remained standing. "I am going to enlist."
"George, no!" Aunt Mary cried.
"You will not! Who has put this silly idea into your head?" Donk demanded an answer and looked at Edward. "Your friend?"
Edward shook his head. "No, Lord Grantham."
"Donk," George began. "I want to make use of myself. Men younger than I are going to go and fight, why can't I?"
"Yes, it's a shame because they are boys!" Donk thundered. "You are just a boy!"
George stared at his grandfather in what seemed like an everlasting silence before leaving the table. "Excuse me. I am finished with dinner." Sybil watched as her cousin left the room, defeated. Donk slowly sat back down and continued to eat his dinner. His face was red with anger and emotion. Sybil wondered if Aunt Mary was embarrassed by what had just happened but she found it safer not to ask or even speak for the rest of dinner.
"Papa, should I find George and talk to him?" Sybil asked as she and her father left the room once dinner was over.
"I think you should," her father said. "You two grew up together. I think he would feel comforted if you talked to him."
Sybil nodded in agreement. "Very true. I shall find him and speak to him then. Thank you, Papa. Have a good night." Sybil kissed her father's cheek and left to find her cousin.
Sybil found George standing outside, pacing in the moonlight. He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. All he wanted to do was have a purpose in life. He wanted something more than just being the next Lord Grantham. Sybil joined his side and he glanced at her once before looking away. "If I smoked, you'd best bet I'd be smoking right now."
Sybil shook her head."I've never seen Donk that angry," she said quietly.
George chuckled. "I have."
Sybil hesitated before speaking. "Are you really going to enlist, George?"
"I am, or, at least I'm going to try to," George sighed. "I want to have a purpose, Sybbie. I'm not just going to sit around here and wait for something to happen. Why can't I join the other men of our country and fight?"
"I don't know," Sybil shrugged. "We all love you, George. Donk just doesn't want anything to happen to you."
"I know, Sybbie. I just want to make him proud and make my country proud, but I want to make them all proud by doing what I feel is right." George looked at Sybil. "Don't you ever feel the same way?"
Sybil nodded. "I understand and I constantly feel the same way. I want to help others and make Papa proud... I just don't know how to."
"Follow your heart, Sybbie," George smiled. "I feel that I should enlist. Do what you feel."
"I will," Sybil smiled back at him. "I shall try. And George, please know that I shall always support you. I don't like the idea of my dear cousin going off to fight, but if it is what you want to do, then I support you."
George kissed her head. "Thank you, Sybbie. You've always been so kind to me, even though I kicked over your dollhouse that one time."
Sybil giggled. "I love you, George... Even if you've always been so menacing."
"I have not," George chuckled. "Oh, and you always have my support for anything you set your mind to."
"I appreciate that, George."
"Just as I support your affections for Edward."
Sybil blinked. "My what?"
"I know you fancy him," George smirked. "You've had a crush on him since you were a little girl. Oh, and you danced almost all the dances with him at your party! I also know that you spent the day with him today and-"
"Alright, George!" Sybil blushed. "I may still have a little crush on him, but please do not make a grand to-do about it. Our lives don't revolve around that."
"Oh, fine," George laughed. "Sorry, Sybbie. It's just obvious to me."
"Hm." Sybil shook her head and shivered from the cold night air blowing against her arms. "We should go inside."
"You can. I want to stay out here and think for a while more."
"Alright. Good night, George," Sybil sighed. She left her cousin and returned inside. She slowly made her way upstairs and to her bedroom door. As her hand touched the cold door handle, she felt a presence nearby.
"Sybil?"
Sybil turned around and saw Edward standing in the shadows of the hallway.
"Well, don't stand right there, Edward, you look like Count Dracula," Sybil whispered quietly. Edward laughed and walked over to her, peering over his shoulder to be sure no one saw him. Certainly, no one would approve of them speaking in front of Sybil's room in this hour of the evening.
"That was quite a dinner, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Sybil sighed. "George is quite stubborn, but so is my grandfather. I'm sorry you had to see all of that. I hope tomorrow's dinner isn't as awkward."
"I'm sure it won't be," Edward began. "Anyway, I just wanted to say again that I enjoyed our afternoon together. I look forward to doing it again."
"As did I," Sybil smiled. "Perhaps tomorrow we can find something to do. We can go have lunch together again."
"I do like lunch," Edward grinned. "It's a date then."
Sybil felt her face get hotter. "Yes," she beamed. "Alright then, I must go to sleep now."
"Of course, Sybil. Good night," Edward smiled and walked down the hall. Sybil sighed deeply and ran into her room, closing the door behind her. Soon, she sank into her inviting bed and fell asleep, escaping to a world where there was not going to be a war and all was peaceful.
Sybil decided to greet the following day with a smile and ignore what had happened yesterday. She was allowed the have breakfast in bed and once she was out of bed, she began to get ready for her "date" with Edward. The music from the record player in her room accompanied her as she sat at her vanity getting ready.
"To every word of love I heard you whisper," Sybil began to sing softly as she slipped on a bracelet. "The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain. Though spring is here, to me it's still September…" She rummaged through her small jewelry box and pulled out two earrings. "That September in the rain…"
"My, my, Sybbie! You didn't tell me you sang like a lark!"
Sybil was startled and turned to see her cousin, Marigold, standing in her doorway. The music must have overpowered the sound of her opening the door. "Marigold! What on earth are you doing? Sneaking up on me now?" She couldn't help but laugh at her cousin.
"Well, I heard music playing so I wanted to see what was going on." Marigold smiled and walked over to the record player. "'September in The Rain'. It's a nice song!" Marigold giggled and fluttered to the window. "And it is September! And it may rain today!"
"It may rain?" Sybil asked, worried if that may postpone her and Edward's outing. "Oh, no."
"What's wrong?" Marigold asked.
"I have an outing to go on."
"An outing?" Marigold asked. "Who are you going with? What sort of outing?" Her eyes were filled with curiosity now.
Sybil hesitated for a moment before answering her cousin. "Don't tell anyone, but I am going out for lunch with Edward again."
Marigold gasped. "Mr. Trent?"
"He's George's friend, Marigold. No need to call him 'Mr.'. Besides, I already went to lunch with him yesterday."
"May I go? I'm going," Marigold announced without Sybil's input. "I'm hungry and I want to see you and Mr. Trent together!" She sang. "Oh, how sweet it shall be!"
Sybil blinked. "No, Marigold," she said as she stood. She shook her head at her cousin, who was behaving like a young school girl, however, she was only sixteen.
"Oh, please, Sybbie! I shan't bother! I promise!"
"I'm afraid not!"
"What's going on now?" A new voice joined in the conversation. Marigold and Sybil saw George standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
"I want to go too!" He joked. "Where are you going?"
Sybil crossed her arms. "I-"
"Sybbie is going out to the village to have lunch with your friend, Trent!"
"I told you not to tell," Sybil muttered.
George's eyes widened with glee. "Is she now? That's fantastic!" He laughed. "She has such a big crush on him!"
"She does!" Marigold giggled.
"You two," Sybil said glaring at George.
"Sorry, Sybbie, but Marigold and I must go with you! You may need a chaperone! You never know what may happen!"
"Yes, I'll bonk you in the nose!" Sybil smirked and stopped her record player. "I cannot believe this."
"Please, please, please, Sybbie! I'll be quiet!" Marigold begged.
Sybil should have been more peeved, but what harm would bringing her two cousins along do? Certainly, she and Edward can have lunch together again on their own some other time. After all, spending time with her family was more important.
"I suppose." Sybil gave in and put her coat on.
"Excellent!" George nodded while Marigold clapped her hands together. "How fun this shall be!"
"Let's be off then," Sybil smiled and left her room with her cousins, quickly making their way downstairs. When they passed the library, they were called in by their Aunt Edith.
"Children?" She called.
"Yes, Aunt Edith?" George responded as the three entered the room.
"What are you up to?" Edith asked as she took books from the shelves.
"We're going out to have lunch in the village, Momma," Marigold smiled.
"You're going to the village? Perfect!" Edith turned towards them. "I have a favor to ask of you three if you don't mind."
"We can do it," Sybil answered. Edward wouldn't mind a quick errand before lunch, but she wasn't sure if he would mind her cousins even if George was his best friend.
"Thank you," Edith said with a sigh of relief. "We have all these medical books that aren't being read here so I told Isobel that we could donate them to the hospital. She said that would be much appreciated. The books are here," she said, placing her hand on a stack of five hefty books. "I just need you three to take them to the hospital and deliver them to her."
"Easy!" George said. "We shall see it done."
"I appreciate that. They are quite heavy, though. Do be careful!" Edith warned as George was already at the table picking up the books.
"Do you need help, George?" Sybil asked, holding her hand out to get a book.
"No! Thank you," George said with a grunt and began to leave the library.
"Make sure he doesn't hurt himself," Edith whispered.
"He's a tough boy, he can handle it," Marigold giggled and kissed her mother's cheek. "Make sure to tell Donk that we're out."
"I will."
Marigold and Sybil followed after an obviously struggling George, who was doing his best to carry the books.
"George, I can help you," Sybil persisted.
"No, ladies aren't supposed to carry objects this heavy. You'll hurt yourself!" George said quickly as he went outside.
"Are we glass?" Marigold laughed.
"It seems it." Sybil went outside with her cousin and out to the car. Her heart skipped a beat with she saw Edward standing by the car, handsome as ever, and ready to leave. Sybil could see the surprise on his face when George came hobbling over carrying a stack of books and when he saw Marigold walking side by side with Sybil.
"I'm afraid our party for lunch has grown," Sybil said as she approached him.
"Oh, that's alright, I suppose!" Edward smiled. "We'll have a grand time. You look lovely."
Sybil smiled shyly. "Thank you."
"Do you need help with that, George?" Edward said, seeing his friend and his heavy burden.
"No, I'm alright!"
"Let me take two," Edward said and took two books from George's stack. "What do you have these for anyway?"
"Oh, thank you, but I could have handled it" George breathed. "We have to take them to the hospital and give them to my grandmother, Lady Isobel."
"It'll be quick," Sybil assured.
"Oh, that's fine," Edward nodded and opened the car door for Marigold and Sybil. Mr. Crewe arrived at the car and took his place in the driver's seat, adamant that he drive them all this time. George sat in the passenger's seat, and Marigold, Sybil, and Edward sat in the back. As the car began to drive along and away from Downton, Edward opened one of the medical books.
"Oh," he muttered, looking down at an image of the inside of an arm. "Isn't it fascinating that all that is inside of us right now? It's like a world of its own."
Sybil leaned over and looked at the page. "Very fascinating. May I see the book?"
"Certainly." Edward gave her the book and Sybil placed it on her lap. She opened the book to a random page. A sketch of the inside of the stomach lay before her, and with great interest, she examined the drawing. She could feel Marigold's petite frame pressing into her side and she peered over her arms to see the sketch. She heard Marigold made a noise before pretending to gag.
"That's quite disgusting."
"Are you looking at a picture of cabbage stew?" George asked from the front. He was the only one who laughed.
"That's what the inside of your stomach looks like," Sybil said, glancing at her cousin.
"It's nauseating to think about, really," Marigold laughed nervously. "How could you look at that?
"Look at this," George said as he turned himself around his seat and held one of the medical books open and out toward his cousins and friend. Marigold tilted her head in question; she couldn't tell what she was looking at. "What on earth is that?"
"Different types of lesions and how to treat them!"
"George!" Marigold scolded.
"Ghastly," Edward muttered.
"It is ghastly, but it's good information," Sybil said taking the book.
"These medical books are bound to give anyone nightmares!"
"No, I think that's only you, Marigold," George winked.
Marigold sighed and crossed her arms. She did not look at the books that Sybil had for the rest of the drive. Sometime later, the car parked in front of the hospital. George and Edward got out of the car carrying the books while Sybil followed.
"Come along, Marigold," Sybil said as she looked back at Marigold, who was still in the car.
"If it's alright, I would like to stay in the car," Marigold said. "Hospitals make me feel ill at ease. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite. Is that alright?"
"Of course," Sybil smiled. "We'll be right back. Don't wander off."
"Excuse me," George asked a nurse as they entered the hospital. "May we see Lady Isobel? Tell her that her grandson is here, please."
The nurse nodded and left. Sybil stood by Edward and waited with them. The hospital was not large, by any means, but it had served and continued to serve the people of Downton well. Thankfully, none of Sybil's family members had needed to spend an extensive amount of time at the hospital unless it was to help.
"Ah, welcome, welcome!" Aunt Isobel greeted when she entered the room. "Those are the books, yes?" She asked as she kissed her grandson's cheek. She looked at Edward and greeted him, as well.
"Yes, these are the books. Edward and I can carry them wherever you want them. They're much too heavy for you, Grandmama," George said.
"That's very kind of you. Will you please take them down the hall and to the second room to your right? There's a bookcase in there that you can put them in."
"Certainly," Edward said.
"Neatly!" Isobel said.
"Of course!' George smiled and went down the hall with his friend.
Once the two young men were down the hall, Isobel turned to Sybil and hugged her. "How are you, dear?" Isobel asked her as she pulled away.
"Very well, and yourself?"
"Oh, just fine," Isobel said. "The whole news on war has gotten everyone up in a frenzy."
"Yes, it has," Sybil nodded. "The mood at Downton has certainly shifted. Everyone was happy because of my birthday and now everyone is somber."
"That's a shame. Oh, and your party was wonderful. You looked so beautiful, Sybbie."
"Thank you, Isobel," Sybil smiled.
"I'm sure you hear this quite often but you look so much like your mother. I see your father in your features, as well. You're a perfect blend of both. I remember when the last war broke out, your mother came to me, determined to help and become a nurse. She always put others before herself." Isobel smiled at her memory of the late Sybil Crawley. She had a feeling that her daughter would follow in her footsteps, but she was worried that if she would suggest anything to Sybil, her grandfather would become angry. She decided to ask anyway due to her curiosity. "And you," Isobel began, "do you have the same calling as your mother did?"
"To become a nurse?" Sybil asked. "I… I might. I don't know. I don't think I would be able to handle it all very well, seeing people so ill. I do have the desire to help others, though. I'm just not sure how. I have worked in a hospital before, but not as a nurse."
Isobel took Sybil's hand. "Well, I am happy to help you in any way you can. Being a nurse is a true vocation, yes, but you can do so much good. If you have the heart for it, which I'm sure you do, you can help so many people. We need more strong women like you in the medical field. I can find you a training hospital and-" "The books are all put away!" George announced as he and Edward entered the room again.
"Thank you, boys!" Isobel said and looked back at Sybil. "Think about it, please. If you have any interest, please, return to me and I shall be glad to talk with you."
"I will," Sybil nodded. As they all said their goodbyes and rejoined Marigold in the car, something began to stir within Sybil's heart. She did not know what to say to the idea of being a nurse in a time of war. She had no ideas of the trauma and dangers she would face and she wasn't sure if she was ready to take on such a calling. Besides, she and her father were not here to stay. She sat in silence until they arrived at the Grantham Arms pub.
"A meat pie sounds delicious, doesn't it?" George asked as they all sat down at a table in the corner.
"Hm, I think I'll have something else," Marigold said as she sat. "What about you, Sybbie?"
"I'm not sure yet," Sybil said taking a seat next to Edward.
George ran his fingers through his blond hair and crossed his arms on the table. "What was my grandmother telling you about, Syb?" He asked.
"Oh, nothing," Sybil said, fiddling with her mother's bracelet on her wrist. "Just asking me if I was interested in becoming a nurse, that's all."
The table grew quiet. Edward finally spoke up before her cousins did. "Are you interested?"
"I'm not sure yet and I don't want to worry myself by trying to decide as of right now," Sybil said with a nervous laugh. "Let's just eat and talk about anything else but war."
George rubbed his chin as though he were in deep thought. He then smiled and opened his mouth to speak.
"Something appropriate, George," Marigold warned, nudging him in the side.
"Ah! I was going to say something appropriate! Goodness!" George laughed. Edward smiled and reached over to the table next to them and took a newspaper that was left behind. As Edward glanced over the newspaper headlines, George began rambling on about how the time he had too much Yorkshire pudding with his roast beef. It was a story Marigold and Sybil was tired of hearing, especially Marigold since she had been present that day. The two girls rolled their eyes and silently mouthed to each other how annoying George could be. Marigold giggled when Sybil mouthed that he should be nicknamed "Gabby George". George continued his story enthusiastically since he thought their smiles and laughter were from his own story.
"Say, look at this," Edward interrupted, placing the newspaper in the center of the table so all four of them could see. "The Royal Air Force attacked the German Navy."
"Oh, what!" George asked, bringing the paper closer to him. "Were we successful?"
"It seems we have suffered some losses from it," Edward said as he gently pulled the paper back to the middle of the table.
"Oh, no," Marigold said sadly. "War is so destructive. I don't understand why anyone would want to risk their lives."
Sybil sighed and tapped her fingers on the table's surface. "I thought we were not going to speak about war."
"But, Marigold," George began, ignoring Sybil, "if no one was willing to risk their lives and defend our civilians, we would all be dead."
"George!"
"It's true, Sybil," George frowned. "This is why I want to enlist. I want to protect those I love from worrying about anything happening to them! I am the man of the household after our grandfather, and I want to help my family by joining the people who want this war to end."
"George, what if you're killed?" Marigold asked quietly.
"Then I die with honor and I die knowing that I served my country and family," George said without hesitation. "My father did it and so can I."
Sybil could see Marigold's eyes begin to water but her young cousin looked away so no one else could see. Sybil reached over and held Marigold's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Marigold sighed and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. She looked back at George. "I really wish you would stop talking about this."
"It's time I made myself useful, Marigold. We all have a purpose in the world and this is mine." George sighed and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. "I think I will have the meat pie."
Sybil let go of Marigold's hand and placed her own hands on her lap. She knew what George felt but wished there was some other way for George to help as well as be safe. She felt that she, as well as her family, would not be able to bear it if something were to happen to George. Donk would be hit with such a depression, as well as her aunt Mary.
"Are you alright?" Edward asked quietly. Sybil looked at him and nodded, trying to look up at the light above him so her tears could dissolve. Edward gave her a sympathetic look and held her hand under the table. Sybil felt herself blush softly.
"Let us be respectful of the two lovely ladies in our company and not speak of war anymore," Edward suggested.
George nodded and put his arm around Marigold. "I'm sorry, Marigold."
"It's alright," Marigold said as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief she had in her coat pocket. "You're just so stubborn and annoying," she laughed. "You go on and on about the same things all the time."
"I'm sorry," George smiled.
It had appeared that the afternoon would be more cheery, but those few minutes the four had spent discussing war had predetermined how the rest of their time would be. After the four received their meals, The four ate in silence, casually talking here and there, while Sybil and Edward glanced at one another. Once their plates were clean, the atmosphere between them lightened. George placed his hand on his flat stomach and complained about how full he was. Marigold teased him before she noticed how grey it had become outside the pub windows. She leaned forward and looked out the nearest window to her. "Look, it's raining!" Marigold said as she looked out the window.
Sybil looked, as well. "It is! It's pouring! We should get back, shouldn't we?"
"We should," George said as he stood from his seat. "I don't think Donk would appreciate it if we were all out here in the rain. I'll go see to Mr. Crewe and the car. Stay here." George left the pub and went outside to tell Mr. Crewe they were ready to leave.
"I told you it looked like it was going to rain, Sybbie," Marigold said as she stood and buttoned up her coat. "You brought the rain on by singing that song."
"Oh, please," Sybil laughed and then suddenly stopped. "Wait, did anyone tell anyone else that we were leaving other than Aunt Edith? I didn't even tell my father that we were leaving."
"You didn't tell him?" Edward asked with a raised brow. Sybil shook her head and went to the front of the pub. George then entered the pub drenched in rain and panting. "The car broke down!" Mr. Crewe followed, also just as drenched from the rain.
"What?" Marigold and Sybil asked in unison.
"The wheel is stuck in a hole in the ground that's turned to mud. It won't move," Mr. Crewe explained. "I went to get some food for myself, as well, and when I came back, the wheel was sunk."
"Someone has to call Downton and tell someone to come get us," Sybil said.
"I'm not going to do it," Marigold said. "George, you do it."
"Fine, fine," George wiped his face and went to the pub owner to ask for the telephone. Sybil watched as he walked away. It suddenly dawned on her that if Aunt Edith didn't make anyone else aware of their whereabouts, Donk and the others may have thought George left in a fury to go and enlist, bringing his cousin and friend along with him. If that was the case, she could only imagine was sort of uproar the household, especially Donk, was in. Without a word, Edward, Marigold, and Sybil wandered away from the door of the pub and closer to George so that they could hear what he was saying into the telephone.
"Hello?" George greeted. "Mr. Barrow! This is George… Yes… Ah, we're in Downton village. I am aware that it is pouring, yes… Oh… Is he? Well, we are alright! Everything is fine, I don't understand the need to get upset over it. We were just going to eat," George said nervously. "Yes, but, Mr. Barrow, the car won't start. Mr. Crewe is-... Yes, we tried all that. Well, we're stranded. Yes… Please. We're at Grantham Arms... Thank you!"
"What did he say?" Edward asked as George hung up the phone.
"Mr. Barrow says that someone will come and get us and Mr. Crewe," George said. "Also, our grandfather is very worried and upset that we didn't return home before it began to start raining. He thought I had gone to enlist."
"Lord help us," Sybil sighed. "We'll deal with that when we return home. Let's just wait around here and not worry."
"I may have to have a drink in order to not worry about what it'll be like when we have to face. What say you, Ed? A drink to soothe the nerves?" George asked.
"I second that," Edward nodded.
"Come now, Donk isn't evil," Sybil remarked.
Marigold and Sybil returned to the table in the corner to watch for cars outside while George and Edward sat at the bar. George sipped his drink while Edward drank and bobbed his knee up and down nervously. There was nothing more awkward, he felt, than waiting to be scolded by someone who wasn't in your family.
"What an interesting day," Marigold said to Sybil. "Imagine if just you and Edward had just come by yourselves? Donk would be even more furious and I'm sure your father wouldn't have been happy either."
Marigold was right. Sybil would have had to face Donk with Edward, risking the chance of him being sent away. "You and George were meant to come with us. We will all get scolded together." Sybil laughed softly at herself to try to make her and her cousin feel better.
"That's fair," Marigold smiled.
From the bar, Edward was able to see a car pull directly up to the front of the pub. "Someone is here!" Edward said loud enough for Marigold and Sybil to hear from the table they were seated at. Immediately, the group stood up and went to the window.
"Mr. Barrow is driving." George sounded relieved. "Thank God." The four soon felt relief and thought that perhaps they were not in too much trouble after all. That is until Marigold gasped. Sybil followed her cousin's gaze and saw her grandfather through the car window with furrowed brows and a glowering look on his face.
"Donk is in the car."
George almost swore. "Let's go outside then. We have to face him," he said with a worried look about him. "Hurry." They all slowly left the pub together and went outside to face Lord Grantham, hoping that all would be well once they got in the car.
