George pulled back and ran a hand soothingly over her arm. "Oh, Agnes," he said, softly. It pained him so much to see them like this.
His brow furrowed slightly. "Are you quite all right?" he asked. "You mentioned a funeral..." He had been wondering if she had been taken here from around the late Lady Holland's funeral, but if she had been wanting space then it was clearly after their difficulties had started. And Veronica bore that up. She was lying on a blanket on the floor, cooing happily.