Patience stirred her tea thoughtfully with a little silver spoon, more for effect than anything. It kept her occupied when she was thinking.
"We must have some sort of ball, but only open to those who are looking for marriage." She said, sipping from her cup. "And invite only the most eligible young men and women. Naturally more young men so we shall be spoilt for choice on who to dance with."
"Ella, I am certain it shall. We shall find you a respectable man." She said, the implications quite plain in her tone. She had never liked the young man Lord Wexley had engaged Ella too, after all before her sister was even married. He had at least done the decent thing by disappearing. "Isn't Daphne courting?" She said, remembering seeing a man with her at the funeral. "I must say the family has kept that quite. I would think you'd want to say she'd settled after all that business."
She glanced at Olivia. "And haven't I heard that your brother Christopher has a young lady staying with him? A widow?"