Hasket took a sip of punch. “I think after I marry, I shall stop attending weddings. They are tedious in their sameness.”
Eliza raised her eyebrows. “That would be a mistake for anyone who seeks to lead Salem society, such as it is.”
“I’m intrigued by your assessment.”
“Look around the room. Weddings are informal business meetings. Men take each other’s measure. Women gather information. For example, at this moment there are more eyes on us than the bride and groom,” she said, and indeed, after a moment of observation, it was clear they had an audience. Eliza nudged Hasket with her elbow, reeling his attention back into her.
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