Katherine, having led Eward into the lounge, remained standing, their hands still clasped. Silently, almost as if a ghost, Katherine pulled her hand away, taking his hat and setting it on a table as Eward spoke. She pondered the most optimal place to be seated; beside him on the sofa or in the adjacent chair? Neglecting the choice for the moment, Katherine turned carefully to Eward and replied, her voice low and even, "You cannot expect them to. It is different between brothers, most of all when there is a title to be had." She hoped that she had not struck a nerve.