Daniel rolled his eyes, deciding not to mention how rich the earl had become with his invention of a new kind of plow. Either of Gisborn’s legitimate sons would make excellent matches except they were the younger than the twins and still in university. Given Gisborn’s good health, it was doubtful his heir would inherit in the next decade or so.
“What about Bostwick? He must have a son by now.”
“Two. They’re away at university,” Daniel replied.
“What’s wrong with them?”
“They’reyoungerthan we are, Father,” Dahlia said wincing at referring to the ghost as her father. “By more than two or three years.”
“In other words, not yet in the market to marry,” Danielle clarified.
David seemed to inhale and hold his breath for far too long when he finally said, “Oh, all right then. Everly’s son will have to do,” he groused.
“Oh, I wish,” Danielle breathed at the mention of Alexander Tennison, one hand flapping in front of her face as if she was about to faint.
“Me, too,” Dahlia agreed, swooning.
David blinked and then frowned. “So... what’s the problem?”
“He’s about to marry a jeweler’s daughter.”
“They’resoin love,” Clarinda sighed happily, which had both David and Daniel giving her quelling glances.
“Well, they are,” she argued. “And I’m hoping my daughters will be in love with whomever decides to court them this Season. They deserve no less.”
Both daughters said, “Oh!” in unison, which had their mother glaring at them and their fathers chuckling.
“Surely there must be two young men in this town who would suit my daughters,” David said when he finally sobered.
“We’ll know soon enough. The Season starts next week,” Clarinda said on a sigh.
“Then I intend to be at every entertainment,” David announced.
Clarinda and Daniel both blinked. “But you won’t have invitations to any of them.”
David scoffed. “I don’t need an invitation,” he countered. “I’ll just... pop in.”
Although Clarinda didn’t say anything in response, Daniel’s groan was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the parlor.
