A party every week? Charles's smiled faltered for a second, but returned quickly. He knew he wasn't his father, and his father knew that as well. Maybe if the first one went nicely he could host a second party at the end of the summer, a sort of last hoorah of the summer months. That didn't sound as intimidating as a party every week.
"Yes, of course," Charles said, containing his excitement again. If he could have said a quick goodbye to his family, tossed a few things in a carriage and left for London right then he would have. But obviously there were instructions and advice to be had. He didn't mind being held back by either one.