Bridgerton Collection, Volume 2 - Julia Quinn Page 0,88

those enormous mansions that one could find scattered throughout Mayfair and St. James’s. Large and square and constructed of elegant Portland stone, it was thoroughly imposing in its ducal splendor.

Which made it all the more amusing, Colin thought with a wry grin, that his sister was the current duchess. He couldn’t imagine anyone less haughty or imposing. In fact, Daphne had had difficulty finding a husband when she’d been out on the marriage mart, precisely because she was so friendly and easy to be with. Gentlemen had tended to think of her as their friend and not as a prospective bride.

But all that had changed when she’d met Simon Bassett, Duke of Hastings, and now she was a respectable society matron with four children, aged ten, nine, eight, and seven. It still sometimes seemed odd to Colin that his sister was a mother, of all things, while he still lived the free and unfettered life of a bachelor. With only one year between them, he and Daphne had always passed through the various stages of life together. Even when she’d married, things hadn’t seemed so very different; she and Simon attended the same parties he did and had many of the same interests and pursuits.

But then she’d started reproducing, and while Colin was always delighted to welcome a new niece or nephew into his life, each arrival had brought home the fact that Daphne had moved on in a way he had not.

But, he thought, smiling as Penelope’s face drifted through his mind, he supposed all that would soon change.

Children. It was a rather nice thought, actually.

He hadn’t consciously meant to visit Daphne, but now that he was here, he figured he might as well stop by and say hello, so he marched up the steps and gave the big brass knocker a sturdy clanking. Jeffries, the butler, opened the door almost immediately.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” he said. “Your sister was not expecting you.”

“No, I decided to surprise her. Is she at home?”

“I shall see,” the butler said with a nod, even though they both knew that Daphne would never refuse to see a member of her family.

Colin waited in the drawing room while Jeffries informed Daphne of his presence, wandering idly about, feeling too restless to sit or even stand in one place. After a few minutes, Daphne appeared in the doorway, looking slightly disheveled but happy as always.

And why shouldn’t she be? Colin wondered. All she’d ever wanted in life was to be a wife and mother, and it seemed that reality had more than surpassed her dreams.

“Hello there, sister,” he said with a sloppy smile as he crossed the room to give her a quick hug. “You’ve got . . .” He motioned to his shoulder.

She looked down at her own shoulder, then smiled sheepishly as she saw the large dark gray smudge on the pale pink fabric of her dress. “Charcoal,” she explained ruefully. “I’ve been trying to teach Caroline to draw.”

“You?” Colin asked doubtfully.

“I know, I know,” she said. “She really couldn’t have picked a worse tutor, but she only decided yesterday that she loves art, so I’m all she’s got on such short notice.”

“You should pack her off to see Benedict,” Colin suggested. “I’m sure he’d be happy to give her a lesson or two.”

“The thought had already crossed my mind, but I’m sure she’ll have moved on to some other pursuit by the time I can make the arrangements.” She motioned to a sofa. “Sit. You look rather like a caged cat over there, pacing as you are.”

He sat, even though he felt uncommonly fidgety.

“And before you ask,” Daphne said, “I already told Jeffries to see to food. Will sandwiches be enough?”

“Could you hear my stomach grumbling from across the room?”

“From across town, I’m afraid.” She laughed. “Did you know that whenever it thunders, David says that it’s your stomach?”

“Oh, good God,” Colin muttered, but he was chuckling all the while. His nephew was a rather clever little fellow.

Daphne smiled broadly as she settled down against the sofa cushions, folding her hands elegantly in her lap. “What brings you by, Colin? Not that you need a reason, of course. It’s always lovely to see you.”

He shrugged. “Just passing by.”

“Did you visit Anthony and Kate?” she asked. Bridgerton House, where their eldest brother lived with his family, was just across the square from Hastings House. “Benedict and Sophie are already there with the children, helping to prepare for your engagement ball tonight.”

He shook his head. “No,