Eloise let out a disappointed sigh. "You do?" Colin motioned to Lady Danbury, who was still a scant few yards away.wWe were right here when it happened."
Eloise looked annoyed in the extreme, and Penelope knew exactly what she was thinking (and would most probably relate to her the following afternoon). It was one thing to miss an important moment. It was another entirely to discover that one's brother had seen the entire thing.wWell, people are already talking about it," Eloise said. "Gushing, really. I haven't been witness to such excitement in years."
Colin turned to Penelope and murmured, "This is why I so often choose to leave the country." Penelope tried not tosmile.wI know you're talking about me and I don't care," Eloise continued, barely pausing to take a breath. "I tell you, the ton has gone mad. Everyone—and I mean everyone—is speculating on her identity, although the shrewdest ones won't say a word. Don't want others to win on their hunch, don'tyou know."wI think," Colin announced, "that I am not so in need of a thousand poundsthat I care to worry about this."wIt's a lot of money," Penelope said thoughtfully.
He turned to her in disbelief. "Don't tell me you're going tojoin in this ridiculous game."
She cocked her head to the side, lifting her chin in what she hoped was an enigmatic—or if not enigmatic, at the very least slightly mysterious—manner. "I am not so well heeled that I can ignore the offer of one thousand pounds," she said.wPerhaps if we work together..." Eloise suggested.wGod save me,"was Colin's reply.
Eloise ignored him, saying to Penelope,"We could split the money."
Penelope opened her mouth to reply, but Lady Danbury's cane suddenly came into view, waving wildly through the air. Colin had to take a quick step to the side just to avoid getting his ear clipped off.wMiss Featherington!" Lady D boomed."You haven't told me who you suspect."wNo, Penelope," Colin said, a rather smirky smileon his face, "you haven't."
Penelope's first instinct was to mumble something under her breath and hope that Lady Danbury's age had left her hard enough of hearing that she would assume that any lack of understanding was the fault of her own ears and not Penelope's lips. But even without glancing to her side, she could feel Colin's presence, sense his quirky, cocky grin egging her on, and she found herself standing a little straighter, with her chin perched just a little higher than usual.
He made her more confident, more daring. He made her more... herself. Or at least the herself she wished she could be.wActually," Penelope said, looking Lady Danburyalmostin the eye, "I think it's you."
A collective gasp echoed around them.
And for the first time in her life, Penelope Featherington found herself at thevery center of attention.
Lady Danbury stared at her, her pale blue eyes shrewd and assessing. And then the most amazing thing happened. Her lips began to twitch at the corners. Then they widened until Penelope realized she was not just smiling, but positively grinning.wI like you, Penelope Featherington," Lady Danbury said, tapping her right on the toe with her cane. "I wager half the ballroom is of the same notion, but no one else has the mettle to tell me so."wI really don't, either," Penelope admitted, grunting slightlyas Colin elbowed her in the ribs.wObviously," Lady Danbury said with a strange light in hereyes, "you do."
Penelope didn't know what to say to this. She looked at Colin, who was smiling at her encouragingly, then she looked back to Lady Danbury, who looked almost... maternal.
Which had to be the strangest thing of all. Penelope rather doubted that Lady Danbury had given maternal looks to her own children.wIsn't it nice," the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear her words, "to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?"
And then she walked away, leaving Penelope wondering if maybe she wasn't quite what she'd thought she was.
Maybe—just maybe—she was something a little bit more.
* * *
The next day was a Monday, which meant that Penelope took tea with the Bridgerton ladies at Number Five. She didn't know when, precisely, she'd fallen into that habit, but it had been so for close to a decade, and if she didn't show up on a Monday afternoon, she rather thought Lady Bridgerton would send someone over to fetch her.
Penelope rather enjoyed the Bridgerton custom of tea and biscuits in the afternoon. It wasn't a widespread ritual; indeed, Penelope knew of no one else who made a daily habit of it. But Lady Bridgerton insisted that she simply could not last from luncheon to supper, especially not when they were observing town hours and eating so late at night. And thus, every afternoon at four, she and any number of her children (and often a friend or two) met in the informal upstairs drawing room for a snack.
There was drizzle in the air, even though it was a fairly warm day, so Penelope took her black parasol with her for the short walk over to Number Five. It was a route she'd followed hundreds of times before, a few houses down to the corner of Mount and Davies Street, then along the edge of Berkeley Square to Bruton Street. But she was in an odd mood that day, a little bit lighthearted and maybe even a little bit childish, so she decided to cut across the northern corner of the Berkeley Square green for no other reason than she liked the squishy sound her boots made on the wet grass.
It was Lady Danbury's fault. It had to be. She'd been positively giddy since their encounter the night before.wNot. What. I. Thought. I. Was," she sang to herself as she walked, adding a word every time the soles of her boots sank into the ground. "Something more. Something more."