Rather than allow Ford the satisfaction of reading the article for himself, Verity stood and moved out of reach with the magazine. "One hopes the new modiste has plenty of fabric to spare, for Miss Belby is certain to need plenty more around the midriff in the next few months." She read as she stepped out of reach, taunting him almost as though they were children. His reaction thus far had proved him to be the fool she thought him to be. So, some harassment wouldn't be an issue. Especially not after he skimped on their Christmas gifts.

"As to whether she will seek out Mr. Greengrass for a solution or turn elsewhere for a husband in desperation, we cannot yet say." She continued lastly. "If you ask me, you should firmly distance yourself from the likes of Miss Belby. She'll bring nothing but scandal upon our house, and she isn't even an heiress."