“Benedict!” Eloise called out, rising to her feet. “We were just talking about you.” He looked at Sophie. “Were you?” “I wasn’t,” Sophie muttered. “Did you say something, Sophie?” Hyacinth asked. “Ow!” “I’m going to have to take that mending away from you,” Lady Bridgerton said with an amused smile. “You’ll have lost a pint of blood before the day is through.”
