“The guest list is the first thing, of course, but you could begin preparing the house.” Lady Carysfort paused, frowning slightly. “I can’t recall the last time there was a ball here at Esmond House. It’s been some years—five years at the very least. We should inspect the ballroom to discover if any work needs to be done.”
“We’ll have plenty of time to see to it,” Daisy assured her. “Ki—Dearborne won’t want to have a houseful of people until he feels Leander is strong enough.”
“I declare, Leander,” Lady Carysfort had been given leave to call Leander by name, as had her husband, on their first visit to Leander’s sickroom. “Your brother is trying to make you into as much of a hermit as Julien.” The moment the name left her lips, Lady Carysfort clasped her gloved hand over her mouth.