I'm twenty-one, by Columbia's standard if I hadn't been so carefully kept I would already have a husband and a child. [There you go, Robert.]

[Elizabeth pulls her tea closer and reaches to put some milk in it.] But even if it is unbecoming... I didn't want to be by myself again. I've had enough of that--and If I'd woken up, alone, after that nightmare...

[She swallows and doesn't want to think about it much past that.]