“At least they do not send Mr. Huberville,” Weston said laughing.

“That poor fellow. He is very excitable. But tell me, what did you think of Lady Valor? I found her very pretty and composed. Very much a lady, I thought.”

Weston shrugged. “She seems to admire some Sardinian count with an estate in Hertfordshire who likes peace and quiet.”

It was true, she did seem to admire that Sardinian fellow. It was also true that Weston seemed to admireher. However, if that was what the duke had in mind, he was not amenable to cooperating. There were a hundred ladies in London he might wed. There was no reason why he must go for the duke’s daughter.

Though, she was exceedingly pretty and he liked her manner very much.

“Well, we’ll see what the future holds. Excellent news that they will teach you to dance, in my view. I feel I have been given a reprieve from my laxity on the subject.”

Weston nodded. He could not say he wished to know how to dance as it seemed the sort of frivolous activity a dandy spent his day on. But on the other hand, he had noted the ladies’ expressions this evening when he said he did not dance. They were incredulous and assumed he was lying. Clearly, a lady expected a gentleman to dance.

Therefore, he ought to learn how to do it whether he liked it or not.