Darcy fought back a bit of a giggle as he suddenly remembered Mrs Winthrop. It hadn't seemed all that amusing at 18, but now he remembered how all of her dolls had rather formal names for a child's imagination. He liked the idea that there was a Mr Winthrop out there somewhere.
"Oh, thank you, Georgie. You are so very kind to me," he told her with genuine affection, and he did hold onto the doll for a moment.
He was glad that she seemed to find an explanation for their parents absence all by herself. "Yes, that's right. And lucky us, we don't have to see her. I can't go because of the accident, and they realised that they couldn't possibly leave me without my Nurse Georgiana to look after me, you see?"