World War One has now occured and Lady Emma Crawley must either sink or swim in this troubled, dark times. Since the Garden Party in 1914, Emma must face challenges that would either make her a strong woman or break her.
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Hello everyone, I am back with another chapter and I apologize I didn't publish earlier due to having the cold and on top of that I had a lot of online training courses to complete for work. It is freezing here in Australia and i just got well after bed-rest.
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April 1917. Seven months had passed and Emma missed Sybil. Of course, Sybil has passed her nurse training with flying colours and she was currently aiding wounded soldiers. Emma's relationship with Mary took a downfall, they spent most time apart from each other and Emma still hadn't forgotten about Mary's awful remarks about James and goading that he had moved on. Emma was tempted to do the same thing to her, but she refrained herself stepping into Mary's shoes.
Emma and Edith had passed their driving and Emma found herself bored; she couldn't help but read books again. She spent most of her day in the library, wanting to be useful, she began to read medical books and journals from past psychologists who talked about psychology and traumatic stress disorder.
When Emma wasn't in the library, she decided to visit Grace about twice a week just to check up on her. She wasn't sure what she found in Grace, although she came realise that Grace was something quite different, she was a headstrong character like Mary. Emma went to Bedford where she met Lord Huntington, who spent his days in his library or in the empty gentlemen's club in London. She hadn't met Grace's brother since he was deported to France to fight.
Emma had invited Grace to Downton for luncheon where everyone in the family were in the Dining Room. Emma was listening to Grace talking to Mary when she saw Carson bumped into Violet's chair.
'Are you all right, Carson?'
'Of course. That is, er, perfectly all right, Your Ladyship, thank you.'
Carson went to pour Robert a glass, but he held up his hand.
'Er, no.'
Edith announced, 'Cousin Isobel says James and Matthew's coming home in a fortnight. He's touring England with some general.'
Robert nodded, 'We'll have a dinner when he's here.'
'I was going to ask Richard Carlisle about then. For Saturday to Monday.'
'You be careful, Mary.' Violet said. 'Sir Richard mustn't think you're after him.'
'Isn't that the truth?' said Emma, taking a sip of her dry wine, her eyes on her older sister.
Violet turned to Emma and said, 'The truth is neither here nor there. It's the look of the thing that matters. Ask Rosamund. It'll take the edge off it.'
'Well, that'd be nice,' said Grace, 'Like before the war.'
'How can we manage a great pre-war house party without a single footman?' Cora asked.
