Portia tapped her index finger against her cheek. "True. Not," she said sharply, "as respectable as a Bridgerton portion,but it's nothing to sneeze at, I suppose."
Penelope knew it was time to let it go, but she couldn't stop her mouth from opening one last time. "In all truth, Mother, he's a wonderful match for Felicity. We should be delighted for her."wI know, I know," Portia grumbled. "It's just that I so wanted one of my daughters to marry a Bridgerton. What a coup! I would be the talk of London for weeks. Years, maybe."
Penelope stabbed her needle into the cushion beside her. It was a rather foolish way to vent her anger, but the alternative was to jump to her feet and yell, What about me? Portia seemed to think that once Felicity was wed, her hopes for a Bridgerton union were forever dashed. But Penelope was still unmarried—didn't that count foranything?
Was it so much to wish that her mother thought of her with the same pride she felt for her other three daughters? Penelope knew that Colin wasn't going to choose her as his bride, but shouldn't a mother be at least a little bit blind to her children's faults? It was obvious to Penelope that neither Prudence, Philippa, nor even Felicity had ever had a chance with a Bridgerton. Why did her mother seem to think their charms so exceededPenelope's?
Very well, Penelope had to admit that Felicity enjoyed a popularity that exceeded that of her three older sisters combined. But Prudence and Philippa had never been Incomparables. They'd hovered on the perimeters of ballrooms just as much as Penelope had.
Except, of course, that they were married now. Penelope wouldn't have wanted to cleave herself unto either of their husbands, but at least they were wives.
Thankfully, however, Portia's mind had already moved on to greener pastures. "I must pay a call upon Violet," she was saying. "She'll be so relieved that Colin is back."wI'm sure Lady Bridgerton will be delighted to see you," Penelope said.wThat poor woman," Portia said, her sigh dramatic. "She worries about him, you know—"wI know."
'Truly, I think it is more than a mother should be expected to bear. He goes gallivanting about, the good Lord only knows where, to countries that are positively unheathen —"wI believe they practice Christianity in Greece," Penelope murmured, her eyes back down on her needlework.wDon't be impertinent, Penelope Anne Featherington, and they're Catholics!"Portia shuddered on the word.wThey're not Catholics at all," Penelope replied, giving up on the needlework and setting it aside."They're Greek Orthodox."wWell, they're not Church of England," Portia said with a sniff.wSeeing as how they're Greek, I don't think they're terribly worriedabout that."
Portia's eyes narrowed disapprovingly. "And how do you know about this Greek religion, anyway? No, don't tell me," she said with a dramatic flourish. "You read it somewhere."
Penelope just blinked as she tried to think of a suitable reply.wI wish you wouldn't read so much," Portia sighed. "I probably could have married you off years ago if youhad concentratedmore on the social graces and less on ... less on..."
Penelope had to ask. "Less on what?"wI don't know. Whatever it is you do that has you staring into space and daydreaming so often."wI'm just thinking," Penelope said quietly. "Sometimes I just like to stop and think."wStop what?" Portia wanted to know.
Penelope couldn't help but smile. Portia's query seemed to sum up all that was different between mother and daughter. "It's nothing, Mother," Penelope said. "Really."
Portia looked as if she wanted to say more, then thought the better of it. Or maybe she was just hungry.
She did pluck a biscuit off the tea tray and pop it into her mouth.
Penelope started to reach out to take the last biscuit for herself, then decided to let her mother have it.
She might as well keep her mother's mouth full. The last thing she wanted was to find herself in another conversation about Colin Bridgerton.
* * *wColin's back!"
Penelope looked up from her book— A Brief History of Greece—to see Eloise Bridgerton bursting into her room. As usual, Eloise had not been announced. The Featherington butler was so used to seeing her there that he treated her like a member of the family.wIs he?" Penelope asked, managing to feign (in her opinion) rather realistic indifference. Of course, she did set A Brief History of Greece down behind Mathilda, the novel by S. R. Fielding that had been all the rage a year earlier. Everyone had a copy of Mathilda on their bedstand. And it was thick enough to hide A Brief History of Greece.
Eloise sat down in Penelope's desk chair. "Indeed, and he's very tanned. All that time in the sun, I suppose."wHe went to Greece, didn't he?"
Eloise shook her head. "He said the war there has worsened, and it was too dangerous. So he went to Cyprus instead."wMy, my," Penelope said with a smile. "Lady Whistledown got something wrong."
Eloise smiled that cheeky Bridgerton smile, and once again Penelope realized how lucky she was to have her as her closest friend. She and Eloise had been inseparable since the age of seventeen. They'd had their London seasons together, reached adulthood together, and, much to their mothers' dismay, had become spinsters together.
Eloise claimed that she hadn't met the right person.
Penelope, of course, hadn't been asked.wDid he enjoy Cyprus?" Penelope inquired.
Eloise sighed. "He said it was brilliant. How I should love to travel. It seems everyone has been somewhere but me."wAnd me," Penelope reminded her.wAnd you," Eloise agreed. "Thank goodness for you."wEloise!" Penelope exclaimed, throwing a pillow at her. But she thanked goodness for Eloise, too. Every day. Many women went through their entire lives without a close female friend, and here she had someone to whom she could tell anything. Well, almost anything. Penelope had never told her of her feelings for Colin, although she rather thought Eloise suspected the truth. Eloise was far too tactful to mention it, though, which only validated Penelope's certainty that Colin would never love her. If Eloise had thought, for even one moment, that Penelope actually had a chance at snaring Colin as a husband, she would have been plotting her matchmaking strategies with a ruthlessness that would have impressed any army general.