"Aristocrat? My father is a merchant and is not an aristocrat. I don't know where you came up with the idea that my blood is that bluer than yours, but it's not." She shook her head in bemusement. "Pony, I... This..." she gestured wildly, "isn't what I wanted when I gave you my opinion. I don't know your sister to know her motives and what I meant to say was maybe there is more to it than you know. People do desperate things when they are grieving. Maybe she isn't able to handle being alone. My own sister is a good example of that... She has been driven to drinking by the disappearance of her fiance. She thinks we don't know, but we do. I don't know if that is what it is. That doesn't make it right, mind. I am sorry that my thoughts came across as... you took them."