[He did figure they would not approve. So it doesn't hurt or sting... just acceptance. She is not going to let go of his hand regardless of what they say and he will take solace in that.]

They are... [He will save the exasperation of telling her about Sherlock Holmes and that he's a real person she may have read about... And that he has to see the man on the regular these days. That'll be a fun surprise for later.] I was also... [He pauses wanting to say this properly, instinctively he reaches for her hand beneath the covers.]

Lord Ferdinand spoke of my brother and how proud he would be. We can't speak for the dead, of course. We can't know their thoughts or feelings. But I knew my brother better than most. [Or thought he did.] I at least knew my brother's love for me if nothing else... And I know that he would have adored you too. I feel strongly that you'd have been welcomed into our home with open arms. I wish I could give you a more stable house and family name to find shelter within. But... I hope you still find it satisfactory.