Fiona situated her skirts around her chair. “She may as well, since she’ll be chaperoning both of us at the Phoenix Club assembly on Friday.”

“I am still a bit surprised we are able to go. My father was not pleased, and he said I can only attend this one.” Cassandra made a face. “It would serve him right if I met my future husband there.”

“Speaking of future husbands,” Fiona murmured. “Apparently, I have a dowry, and my guardian has been dangling it as bait to attract suitors. What a disgusting practice.”

“It’s commonplace, I’m afraid,” Cassandra said with sympathy. “I didn’t realize you didn’t know that.”

Fiona blinked at her. “Did you know I had a large dowry?”

“Not specifically, but Con mentioned you were potential competition for me—and please don’t take that personally because Con is a bit of an ass—so I presumed you had a dowry.”

A shard of hurt sliced through Fiona. “Why, because I couldn’t possibly compete without it?”

Cassandra blinked in surprise. “Not at all. Con, like my father, believes the most important things a woman can bring to a marriage are position, land, and money. Since you don’t have the former two, it seemed you must have the latter.”

“Because of what your brother said.” Fiona ducked her head sheepishly. “My apologies. I should have realized, and I should not have been so naïve about this. And everything else.”

Cassandra, seated to her left, reached over and briefly clasped Fiona’s hand. “No need to apologize. I just hope you aren’t angry with me.”

“Not at all. You’ve been nothing but a good friend.”

“Except for dragging you to the Phoenix Club.” She frowned with regret. “I can’t believe you aren’t angry with me. Especially since I was safely hidden in a closet.”

Fiona laughed. “Only because you were smarter than me.”

Cassandra grinned as the ices were delivered to their table. It was their second visit to the tea shop, and this time Fiona was keen to try the chocolate flavor while both Cassandra and Prudence had ordered the orange flower.

Picking up her spoon, Fiona returned to the matter of her dowry. “I just wish I could receive the dowry instead of my husband. Then I could ensure Mrs. Tucket could retire. She confided in me last night that she wants to return to the country.”

Prudence gave her a sad look. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“She’s horribly embarrassed about what happened at the Dungannon ball the other night. She’s afraid she’ll ruin things for me.” Fiona dipped her spoon into the ice cream. “If I had money, I could make sure she had a small cottage and could live in comfort and peace.”

“Your cousin in Shropshire won’t see to that?”

“I don’t see why he would. Mrs. Tucket has been my family’s maid-of-all-work since before I was born. He would feel no obligation toward her.” Fiona tried the chocolate and immediately appreciated the dark, rich flavor.

“Have you spoken to Lord Overton about this?” Prudence asked, surprising Fiona because she simply didn’t say much.