The feast is in full swing, and the Viscount's guests are toasting him and singing his praises. The Viscountess is showing her daughter around, introducing her to the various guests.
"This is my daughter," the Viscountess says, beaming with pride. "She is the one who advised the Viscount to invest in the sand industry."
"My word, she is so clever!" one of the noble ladies exclaims. "You must be so proud of her, Viscountess. I am sure she will be a great help to you in the future."
"Thank you."
"Wow, you have a great daughter."
The Viscountess blushes at the praise, but before she could respond, another guest speaks up.
"You must be so grateful to have such a smart and capable daughter," the lady says. "And she is so beautiful too! You must be relieved that she is not the son of your husband's first wife. How lucky you are to have her as your own."
