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“Pity for Benedict. He’s completely without use to me now.”
Savage
“The point is,” Colin said forcefully, “that I have known her forever, and I can assure you I am not likely to fall in love with her.” Anthony turned to Benedict and said, “They’ll be married within a year. Mark my words.”
Just you wait Colin. Anthony clocked you
Benedict frowned. His mother had been uncharacteristically reserved these past few weeks when it came to her opinions on Benedict and marriage and why the two ought to meet and soon.
She sees it
And in that moment, Benedict realized what he’d probably been too stupid (and stupidly male) to notice: Penelope Featherington was in love with his brother.
Poor Pen
Finally, just when Benedict thought she would brush by them all and flee down the street, she looked straight at Colin and said, “I never asked you to marry me.”
Good for you Pen!
She smiled, but it was a wistful, slightly sad smile. “It is not easy to be a wallflower.” And suddenly Benedict understood why his mother was always forcing him to dance with the girls like Penelope Featherington. The ones who stood at the fringes of the ballroom, the ones who always pretended they didn’t actually want to dance. She had been a wallflower herself.
“Blind Man!” “Bluff!” Followed, of course, by a few titters and chuckles.
So its land marco polo
But as he trudged on up, he didn’t see Eloise turn toward his mother, who was peeking out of the music room, and give her a big wink and a smile.
You meddlesome sneaks
Suddenly, skewering his brother sounded rather appealing, no matter that he’d had nothing to do with Benedict’s wretched mood. That, Benedict thought with a grim smile as he pulled on his gear, was what brothers were for.
If he respected her, then he had to respect her beliefs.
Now he's getting it
As This Author has never liked Lady Penwood, she can only say, “Huzzah for Posy!”
Did she finally tell her wretched mother off??
But this is a story about Posy. And as Hyacinth has a tendency to take over anything in which she is involved . . . please do forget about her for the remainder of the tale.
I cant wait for Hyacinth's book
It was probably due to Hyacinth’s firm (some might say unyielding) sense of justice. When she’d found out that Posy’s mother had never loved her as well as Rosamund . . . Well, Posy had never told tales, and she wasn’t going to begin now, but let it be said that Araminta had never again eaten fish. Or chicken.
WHAT DID HYACINTH DO???
Nonetheless, for all his likeability, he’d never seemed to attract the females. They adored him, of course, and confided their most desperate secrets, but they always did so in a way that led Hugh to believe he was viewed as a jolly, dependable sort of creature.
So he's the male Daphne
Oh now, this was too much. No man fell so blindingly into love that he no longer held a preference for his tea. This was England, for heaven’s sake. More to the point, this was tea.
