Declan Darcy looked at her, softly murmuring an "Mm."
He had felt it, that ever since his confession, Emma had been avoiding him, intentionally or not.
Now, he could finally know the truth.
"Uncle..."
"I'm here."
"Actually, don't you feel that we... are simply not from the same world? Even if we were from the same world, there would still be a difference in status."
Declan Darcy frowned: "I don't think so."
"But... I feel that way," Emma said, "I feel inferior, Uncle. I was happy when you said you liked me. But, but I don't deserve you. Neither in status nor in position, do we match at all."
"So, you started avoiding me? Rejecting my affection?"
Emma nodded.
Declan Darcy really didn't know what to say: "Emmy, oh Emmy, sometimes I really want to open up your head and see exactly what's inside!"
"You are high up, of course, you don't understand the feelings of us toiling people."
"You say," Declan Darcy took a deep breath, "Keep going."
