“Oh he is.” Patience said, blowing a little on her tea to cool it down. “Of course there are also the Blake’s – they’re a fine old family with three sons, and the new Lord Wexley is without a young lady to walk out with and then there is Miles Rochester, who had a very promising career in front of him should he give up his dreadful writing.”
“Me? Not at the moment. There have been one or two dances and strolls outside in the moonlight but that’s all the fun of parties, isn’t it?”