"Hmm, I suppose that's true. It doesn't matter what he has done in the past." It did but it was a little late for her to be worrying about that now. If she was concerned she would have done her research more thoroughly. "What matters is what he does now. He has a stunning wife with a solid business. Most men only dream of being that lucky. Don't let him take it for granted."
"He really is," she said softly, her grin growing despite herself. "He's teaching me to ride, you know. Well, we fed a horse but I suppose that is the first step. He is incredibly patient. I am lucky to have his friendship." It would break her heart to have to cut herself off from him too. Luckily he didn't seem interested in bedding her sister. That was always a good sign.
"Darling, we will pin the dress so you're not as exposed. You're a proper wife, not a common trollop. Hmm, dark blue. It will accent you hair. Go on then, try it on," she ushered playfully, her hands running along the various beading on the dresses around her. "Ah, now that was is lovely. But I think we can do better."