Bridgerton Collection, Volume 2 - Julia Quinn Page 0,39

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Lady Danbury’s words from the other night still echoed in Penelope’s head. Almost like a litany.

Almost like a dare.

“Do you know what I think, Miss Featherington?” Lady Danbury asked, her tone deceptively mild.

“I couldn’t possibly begin to guess,” Penelope said with great honesty—and respect—in her voice.

“I think you could be Lady Whistledown.”

Felicity and Eloise gasped.

Penelope’s lips parted with surprise. No one had ever even thought to accuse her of such before. It was unbelievable . . . unthinkable . . . and . . .

Rather flattering, actually.

Penelope felt her mouth sliding into a sly smile, and she leaned forward, as if getting ready to impart news of great import.

Lady Danbury leaned forward.

Felicity and Eloise leaned forward.

“Do you know what I think, Lady Danbury?” Penelope asked, in a compellingly soft voice.

“Well,” Lady D said, a wicked gleam in her eye, “I would tell you that I am breathless with anticipation, but you’ve already told me once before that you think that I am Lady Whistledown.”

“Are you?”

Lady Danbury smiled archly. “Maybe I am.”

Felicity and Eloise gasped again, louder this time.

Penelope’s stomach lurched.

“Are you admitting it?” Eloise whispered.

“Of course I’m not admitting it,” Lady Danbury barked, straightening her spine and thumping her cane against the floor with enough force to momentarily stop the four amateur musicians in their warm-up. “Even if it were true—and I’m not saying whether or not it is—would I be fool enough to admit it?”

“Then why did you say—”

“Because, you ninnyhead, I’m trying to make a point.”

She then proceeded to fall silent until Penelope was forced to ask, “Which is?”

Lady Danbury gave them all an extremely exasperated look. “That anyone could be Lady Whistledown,” she exclaimed, thumping her cane on the floor with renewed vigor. “Anyone at all.”

“Well, except me,” Felicity put in. “I’m quite certain it’s not me.”

Lady Danbury didn’t even honor Felicity with a glance. “Let me tell you something,” she said.

“As if we could stop you,” Penelope said, so sweetly that it came out like a compliment. And truth be told, it was a compliment. She admired Lady Danbury a great deal. She admired anyone who knew how to speak her mind in public.

Lady Danbury chuckled. “There’s more to you than meets the eye, Penelope Featherington.”

“It’s true,” Felicity said with a grin. “She can be rather cruel, for example. Nobody would believe it, but when we were young—”

Penelope elbowed her in the ribs.

“See?” Felicity said.

“What I was going to say,” Lady Danbury continued, “was that the ton is going about my challenge all wrong.”

“How do you suggest we go about it, then?” Eloise asked.

Lady Danbury waved her hand dismissively in Eloise’s face. “I have to explain what people are doing wrong first,” she said. “They keep looking toward the obvious people. People like your mother,” she said, turning to Penelope and Felicity.

“Mother?” they both echoed.

“Oh, please,” Lady Danbury scoffed. “A bigger busybody this town has never seen. She’s exactly the sort of person everyone suspects.”

Penelope had no idea what to say to that. Her mother was a notorious gossip, but it was difficult to imagine her as Lady Whistledown.

“Which is why,” Lady Danbury continued, a shrewd look in her eye, “it can’t be her.”

“Well, that,” Penelope said with a touch of sarcasm, “and the fact that Felicity and I could tell you for certain that it’s not her.”

“Pish. If your mother were Lady Whistledown, she’d have figured out a way to keep it from you.”

“My mother?” Felicity said doubtfully. “I don’t think so.”

“What I am trying to say,” Lady Danbury ground out, “prior to all of these infernal interruptions—”

Penelope thought she heard Eloise snort.

“—was that if Lady Whistledown were someone obvious, she’d have been found out by now, don’t you think?”

Silence, until it became clear some response was required, then all three of them nodded with appropriate thoughtfulness and vigor.

“She must be someone that nobody suspects,” Lady Danbury said. “She has to be.”

Penelope found herself nodding again. Lady Danbury did make sense, in a strange sort of way.

“Which is why,” the older lady continued triumphantly, “I am not a likely candidate!”

Penelope blinked, not quite following the logic. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, please.” Lady Danbury gave Penelope quite the most disdainful glance. “Do you think you’re the first person to suspect me?”

Penelope just shook her head. “I still think it’s you.”

That earned her a measure of respect. Lady Danbury nodded approvingly as she said, “You’re cheekier than you look.”

Felicity leaned forward and said in a rather conspiratorial voice, “It’s true.”

Penelope swatted her sister’s hand. “Felicity!”

“I think the