"It was alright," she said softly, "But I think I need a moment, so please do not trouble yourself on my behalf... though I assume Mister Appleton might wish for a cup of tea..." She managed a slight smile and then headed upstairs, not to her room but to young Mrs. Appleton's chamber where she knocked gently and then opened the door a little to say, "It's just me... I've brought Emma for you to hold, Mrs. Appleton. Mister Appleton says he wants you to see the baby... Would you see her?" Part of her hoped that the girl would refuse, and then shame washed over her.

"She is a lovely child, so quiet and peaceful... You should hold her, Miss... I think she would like it."