I am glad to hear. ( he smiles at her and keeps his gaze on the growing group of dancers. ) But, as they are still children, we must allow them a modicum of freedom for mischievousness and folly. If you would excuse my boldness in saying so.

( freedom for either was not a familiar sensation for him as a child. as neither hearing nor experiencing that joy. but though he has never taken steps towards it or even taken it into serious consideration, atticus has thought about how he would raise children. when he sees a group of children playing or a parent with their child, a field of flowers blooms in his mind, and he wanders through it, thinking of everything he would do and give for his children.

he would be involved. although the esoteric realm of birth and rearing was largely sequestered to nursemaids, governesses, and mothers, atticus would oblige himself to learn and help care for babies, even when they were filthy as babies are prone to. and, as the child grew, he would endeavor to be a constant and positive presence in their lives. he would not be the cold shadow that stays on the edge of their vision, rarely seen and rarely spoken to. he would be the fire they seek warmth from. atticus would be the father he needed as a child.

but it matters not. tis fantasy.

he clears his throat and lifts his goblet to his mouth for a drink. but it is empty. ) Are you in need of a refill, Miss Bennet? I would fetch you one if so.