She's right. [Elizabeth reaches over to put a hand on Robert's. She hadn't meant to hurt him, she had only wanted Robert to understand her perspective.]

About those remarks. And that you aren't anyone common. You're as close to a father as I may get, Robert, what you think of me... it matters a lot. [Elizabeth looks warily to Rosalind--because she's straying far outside of comfortable logic and into feelings. But it's the only explanation she can give for bringing up something like this.]

I just want you to know why it was so important to me. You don't have to apologize, you're only doing what you always did: looking after me. And I understand that.

[She looks down at her hands around her teacup and fusses with them, trying to find a pattern in her laced fingers, trying to fix the pattern--] He's not turning me into something unsightly or immoral, we're just trying to not be alone. I'm not expecting you to like him, but I just want you to. [There's a little futile laugh in there as she says the words, because she knows it's not going to happen. But there it is--she's never been one to hesitate before telling someone what she wants.] Or at least be glad I have someone to spend time with who's close to my own age.