member of the ton. She
had to. How else to know how to negotiate the twists and turns of
Society? It was because of her bold observation of who was who
and who did what that she had known to seek out Sophia Dalby
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for aid. While she was a bit uncertain what it was Sophia actually
did , she was not at all uncertain that Sophia was very good at
doing it.
Why Iveston should have been the man Sophia preferred for
her was a puzzle, but she thought it might be because Sophia
Dalby was on very close terms with the Hydes and thought rather
more highly of the Hydes than was entirely deserved. She had,
after all, seen two of their sons married in less than a week. That
was not information which could be ignored.
But just because Sophia Dalby had some notion that it might
be entertaining to see all of Hyde’s sons married in the same
Season, there were five marriageable sons as of last month and
two had already been whisked off the marriage mart by Sophia’s
sure hand and ruthless gaze, Penelope felt no obligation at all to
be the fodder for marriage number three.
Iveston was handsome, to be sure, but all the Hydes were
handsome in their tall, blond way. It was only that Iveston,
while only being an heir apparent and not an actual duke in the
full force of his title, which was the point, after all, was so remark
ably odd.
It was a well-known fact that he was very nearly incapable of
speech, which might not be a bad trait to have in a husband, but
it did put him out for ridicule and she had no desire to spend her
life with a ridiculous husband. Not if she could avoid it. Because
of Edenham and his wifeless state, she thought she should be able
to avoid it.
At least Edenham could talk, and was quite charming about
it, too.
“What are you looking so flushed about?” George said by way
of greeting. “Did Lady Dalby fluster you with her bold ways?”
“Hardly,” she huffed, reaching out to straighten his collar. He
looked pleasantly rumpled, which was perfectly fi ne if one were
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in the country but not at all the thing when one was in Town.
“We have made plans, she and I, and I am about putting them
into play.”
“Plans? What plans?” George said, reaching out to knock her
bonnet askew in response to her very practical and necessary
straightening of his collar.
“Plans to get my duke, George, which would go far better
with a properly arranged bonnet!” she said primly. Trust George
to get playful at the most important moment of her life, the
moment when she began her assault on some duke or other,
preferably Edenham. Iveston in a pinch. Calbourne as a last
gasp necessity. They were so nicely and neatly arranged in her
thoughts; one did hope that they would line up in an equally
orderly fashion when she got round to them in person.
“Which one, Pen?” George asked pleasantly. “You’ve just
missed Edenham it seems.”
Penelope turned and there, of course, went Edenham in all
his gorgeous splendor right up to Dalby House where he was
admitted without pause. He didn’t cast so much as a glance in
her direction. Her timing had been that far off with him in this
instance. She resolved to do better next time.
“We’re off to Hyde House, George, where I will present Ame
lia with the famous tattered shawl, thereby proving myself to be
a most stellar friend to her reputation,” Penelope said, marching
off down Upper Brook Street to their house at the end opposite
Dalby House. “If we time this well, I might be introduced to Lord
Iveston.”
“You fancy Lord Iveston, Pen?” George asked.
“Not particularly,” Penelope said, “but I shall make do with
him, if I must.”
George grinned and gripped his jacket lapels with both hands,
ambling alongside her to their house. He looked near to whistling,
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silly old fool. “I’m relieved to hear it. I had not liked to think I’d
misread you as badly as all
Janwillem van de Wetering