Page 19 of The Duke Who Loved Me (The Duke's Estates 1)

Sarah sighed.

Cecelia started to mention a friend of her father who held select evenings devoted to spritely talk. Lady Tate’s soirees were known for interesting guests and competitive wit, as well as exquisite suppers. Then she hesitated. Perhaps it would be best to wait and see if the noble widow was willing to invite her young friends. Lady Tate might require some convincing. She wouldn’t want to disappoint them.

“Venetian breakfasts,” said Aunt Valeria in a contemptuous tone. “Such a ridiculous label.”

“An afternoon party that may last well into evening,” explained Cecelia.

“What is Venetian about that?” asked Harriet.

“Well, I don’t…” began Cecelia.

“Nothing whatsoever,” declared her aunt.

“I thought they might be on the water, with gondolas,” said Ada.

“That would entail logic,” said Aunt Valeria. “A trait that society lacks.”

“Perhaps Venetians prefer afternoon gatherings,” said Sarah. “I will…”

“Look for a book that explains the matter,” finished Charlotte.

“Well, I will.”

“Good for you,” said Cecelia’s aunt. “Research is never wasted.” She ran her finger along the chart. “Musicales. That is rather obvious.”

“Hostesses vie for well-known singers or musicians to entertain their guests,” said Cecelia.

“I’d like that,” said Harriet.

“Not I,” said Charlotte.

“Card parties,” read Aunt Valeria from the chart.

“Papa enjoys those,” offered Ada.

“Young ladies aren’t often invited,” said Cecelia.

“Because they require some skill?” asked Charlotte sarcastically. “And we are meant to stand about looking vapidly pretty. Well, as pretty as possible, which is easier for some than others.”

“You have a sharp tongue,” said Aunt Valeria. “I like you. What is your name again?”

“Charlotte Deeping. Ma’am.”

“I believe it’s more the gambling,” said Cecelia. “Some card parties set high stakes.”

“Young men gamble, young ladies amble,” said Charlotte.

Aunt Valeria gave a crack of laughter.

“Young men drink, young ladies shrink,” said Harriet.

Ada snorted. “Young men roister, young ladies cloister.”

Sarah thought for a moment. “Young men are educated, young ladies are rusticated.”

“Ha,” said Aunt Valeria. “I was right. Sensible young ladies indeed.”

The four visitors looked at Cecelia. “Your turn, Cecelia,” said Charlotte.

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