"Sybil leafed through a small pile of pastel envelopes that had been inserted into her breakfast tray. “Well, the news has got around,” she said.“The Duchess of Keepsake has invited us to a ball, Sir Henry and Lady Withering have invited us to a ball, and Lord and Lady Hangfinger have invited us to, yes, a ball!” “Well,” said Vimes,“that’s a lot of—” “Don’t you dare, Sam!” his wife warned and Vimes finished lamely, “...invitations?” (p. 30)"