Okay, I give.  I call uncle.  I’m rolling over and accepting my fate.  I have heard your requests, your demands, your questions, and your concerns.  I have read the emails, posted comments, Facebook messages, and Twitter mentions.

The answer is yes.

Patience has been, well … um …

… patient.

She has raised her sisters faithfully and with good humor.  She has watched her younger siblings go off to fall in love, to marry and make babies.  (Well, technically, she hasn’t watched them make babies, cuz, like … ewww.  But you know what I mean.)  Now, with only one of her charges left to marry off to one last hapless nobleman, what is to become of steady, reliable, quite decidedly on the shelf Patience?

I am here to tell you that Patience will get a chance to dance at the ball.  It’s only right, you see, that she not be left in Pelthamshire to grow gracefully old and darn her Papa’s socks.  And, now that I think about it, it’s high time absent-minded ol’ Bingham retrieved his nose from his dusty tomes, ventured out of his study and into the real world, and tried his own hand at love.  Don’t you agree?

I’m so looking forward to this.  ~rubbing hands together gleefully~  Hang on to your hats, my friends.  : )