She realized her slip too late. For all her knowledge and preparations, sitting idly in the parlor for the last eighteen months did nothing to curb her tongue. Verity would have to be more mindful of that in her future endeavors. At least it happened in front of Mrs. Devine and not an eligible bachelor. Mrs. Devine was undoubtedly well connected, but at the end of the day it wasn't her she wished to marry.

With the stain now gone, Verity placed it carefully back in a neat pile where she'd found it. "The standard womanly arts, I'd say. I'm also well versed in the pianoforte." What and where she was lacking Verity wouldn't be able to know until confronted with situations such as these. "I've dedicated myself this last month to learning all the dances I missed while in mourning. Do you enjoy dancing, Mrs. Devine?"