She was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to feel. "Are you... and answer this honestly, but are you... ashamed of me, or something?"
She turned to look at him, her eyes thoughtful. "Are you sure? I mean, I know I'm not extremely wealthy or connected or anything like Vi-" She stopped herself before continuing. "Like your family is. It's okay if you are."
She frowned, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face soothingly. "I'm not angry," she told him gently. "You don't owe me any explanation if you don't want to give it."
She sighed, a strange mixture of love and sadness in her tone. "I don't really think that's true, Francis," she said quietly, resting her head on his shoulder. "If you didn't care, you would have told him by now. It's okay to care about what he thinks, you know."