"I daresay you could manage it, with the proper coaching and whatnot." Lady Gwendolyn waved a dismissive fan. He might laugh now, but Lady Gwendolyn was more than keen on being called 'Your Grace' and she was quite sure Mr. Fisher would succumb to the lure of a ducal coronet with sufficent exposure to the idea. "It is not so difficult after all." Careful, now.
"As you probably know, my father has no other children, so my husband would most likely become the next earl of Rosse. From an earl there is a hop up to a marquis and then from a marquis, another leap up to a duke. It might take some time, but it could be very neatly managed."
Lady Gwendolyn folded her fan and flashed him a dazzling smile. Good. He knew his way very well. They should deal famously together. "I have always admired your good sense, Mr. Fisher. It is delightful to see it displayed. I suppose I do not need to tell you I am very forgiving of anything as long as it is kept out of the house and out of the scandal sheets? It would also naturally be ridiculous of me to think a man of your business acumen could not keep me in the style to which I am accustomed."