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Francesca made a face. “You must not let Lady Pencully bully you into anything. I know that is easier said than done, for, frankly, Lady Odelia scares me silly. I find ’tis best simply to avoid her as much as possible.”
“Yes, but she is not your great-aunt. Anyway, I don’t mind her so much. At least she does not go on and on about one’s duty and being responsible and not letting the family down. Not doing anything that might reflect badly on the duke or on the family.”
“Families can be a terrible burden,” Francesca said in a heartfelt voice. “My mother pushed me to make a good match my first year out.”
“What did you do?” Callie asked curiously.
Francesca shrugged. “I disappointed her. But it was neither the first time nor the last, I assure you.”
“I get so tired of trying to please other people.”
“Perhaps you have been trying to please too many other people too much of the time,” Francesca suggested. “Perhaps you need to think about yourself, instead.”
“That is exactly why I came to you!” Callie cried. “I knew you were the person to help me.”
“I don’t understand,” Francesca said, puzzled. “I will certainly help you if I can, but I am afraid my opinion counts for little with either Rochford or the duchess.”
“Oh, no, I do not want you to talk to them. I want you to help me find a husband.”
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