“Valor,” Verity said, “everybody knows a lady has to be married. It is a long-established fact.”
Valor gripped her fork. “Stop with all your facts!” she cried.
“Never mind it, girl,” the duke said kindly. “You’ll see the sense of it when it’s your turn.”
“Myturn? I won’t take a turn. Serenity,” Valor said, clutching at her hand, “you should not take a turn either. You did not even want to go last season. You should stay here with us. You can’t be forced to have some strange gentleman in your room all night, staring at you while you sleep. Mr. Stratton does that with Felicity and it’s terrible.”
Serenity squeezed her hand back. “I do not think our Felicity finds it so terrible. In any case, Val, it is the way of the world.”
“Not my world,” her youngest sister said darkly.
Goodness, Valor was taking the idea rather hard. Of course, Serenity was taking the idea hard too, if for different reasons.