“What a novel modus operandi, Mrs. Penury. Is your husband still living?” He asked his bizarre question in such a likable manner it did not strike one as inappropriate. How very vexing he is. Tilting her head in a subtle nod, Mrs. Penury confirmed Mr. Penury was still living. “Pity,” Islington smiled. “I would marry you myself if it would save me half the prattle Miss Lion puts me through.”
