Thats wonderful. Penelope told her where she lived, a tony Mayfair address that confirmed Mariannes initial impression of her mothers social standing.
Behind Penelope, the maid stirred and said warningly, Miss
Yes, I know, Millie. Penelope smiled apologetically at Marianne. I wish we could talk longer, but I am supposed to meet Mother at my grandmothers house, and I dont want to be late.
Then I wont keep you. Marianne felt sure that the fierce Lady Ursula would ring quite a peal over her daughters head if she inconvenienced her.
But you will come to see me?
I promise. Marianne said her goodbyes and continued on her way to the lending library.
PENELOPE TURNED AND HURRIED OFF toward her grandmothers house. She knew that her mother would not be well pleased at her making friends with someone she barely knew, and she did not want to make it worse by arriving late.
Rushing into the drawing room of her grandmothers house, however, she found her mother in a pleasant mood. Lady Ursula smiled at Penelope, saying, There you are, dear. My goodness, you look quite flushed. These girls She flashed a coy look across the room at the two men who had stood up when Penelope entered the room. Always running about, looking at frills and geegaws.
Penelope, following her mothers gaze, understood Lady Ursulas mellow attitude. Lord Lambeth and Lord Buckminster had come to call on her grandmother, the Countess of Exmoor, and while Lady Ursula dismissed Bucky as a fribble, she, like most of the other women in Society, was dazzled by Lord Lambeth. Penelope groaned inwardly. Frankly, Lord Lambeth made her a trifle ill at ease, and she was certain that he had absolutely no interest in her, despite her mothers fond hopes regarding Londons most eligible bachelor. Though he was polite to her, the only reason he called on them was because he was friends with Bucky.
Actually, I was getting a book from the lending library, Penelope corrected her.
Lady Ursula frowned at her horribly. Now, dear, you dont want the gentlemen thinking youre a bluestocking, do you?
Im sure I dont know why she should care. The Countess spoke up for the first time. Any man worth having admires a woman with a brain. Isnt that right, Lord Lambeth?
But of course, my lady, Justin replied smoothly. After all, look how much you are admired.
The Countess laughed. She was a tall, regal woman whom age had bent only a little, and it was clear that she had been a beauty when she was younger. You are such a flatterer, Lord Lambeth. Fortunately, you are quite good at it. She turned to her granddaughter. Come here, child, and give me a kiss and show me what book you got.
Penelope did as she was bid, kissing the Countesss cheek and dropping onto the low stool beside her chair. While the Countess took her book from her hand and examined it, Penelope decided that it was better to get her news out now while her mothers protestations would be tempered by the fact that Lord Lambeth was present.
I met Mrs. Cotterwood while I was out, she began.
Both Buckminster and Lambeth straightened at her announcement.
Did you? Buckminster asked admiringly. By Jove, I might have known you would be the one whod know how to find her. You always were a downy one.
At his words, Lambeth turned and looked at him consideringly. Were you trying to find her, then?
Well, Ithat is Color rose in Buckminsters cheeks. Finally he said, Thought Nicola would probably want to invite her to her little soiree on Friday. You know. Have to send an invitation.
Ah. I see. Justin thought that he did see, indeed. It was rare for his friend to be so interested in a woman. That certainly complicated the matter a bit. He glanced over at Penelope and saw that she, too, was watching Bucky, a wistful look on her face. He wondered what she made of it.
Who? Lady Ursula demanded. Who is this Mrs. Cotterwood?
You know, Mama, the lady we met last night at the party. That woman you know, Mrs. Willoughby, introduced us.
I scarcely know Mrs. Willoughbyencroaching woman! I doubt that any friend of hers is someone we want to know.
Perhaps she is no more a friend of Mrs. Willoughbys than you are, Penelope suggested.
Her mothers eyes narrowed, somewhat suspicious that Penelope in her quiet way was making game of her. But Lord Buckminster said seriously, There you go. Probably Mrs. Willoughby was encroaching to her, too. Mrs. Cotterwood is perfectly respectable, Im sure.
Lady Ursulas pursed mouth made clear her opinion of Lord Buckminsters ability to judge respectability. She turned toward Lord Lambeth. Is she known to your family, Lord Lambeth?
Oh, yes, Justin replied easily. Ive been acquainted with Mrs. Cotterwood for some time.
Penelope shot him a grateful look as Lady Ursula remarked, somewhat reluctantly, I suppose that she is all right, then.
I invited her to call on us, Penelope went on, pressing her point.
Without asking me first?
Well, you were not there, Penelope pointed out reasonably, and I quite liked her.
Are you going to call on her, Pen? Lord Buckminster asked, blithely unaware of Lady Ursulas disapproving look at his use of Penelopes nickname. I would be happy to escort you.
Im afraid I cannot. I dont know where she lives, Penelope confessed. She did not tell me, and I didnt think to ask.
Buckminsters face fell so ludicrously that Lambeth had to smother a laugh.
Who is she? the Countess asked. Have I met her?
I dont think so, Grandmama. She is very niceand shes beautiful, as well.
Ah. A rare combination, to be sure. Lady Exmoor smiled at her granddaughter.
Yes. But that isnt even the best part. She likes to read. We had a nice chat about books. She had read this one I borrowed, and she said it was thrilling. In fact, thats where I met her. I was coming from the lending library, and she was going to it.
I hope I shall meet her. The Countess looked across at Lord Buckminster, who seemed to have sunk into a gloom, and Lord Lambeth, whose attention was focused on a tiny piece of lint he was picking from his trousers. But I am afraid we are boring our visitors. Lord Buckminster came to see if we had had any word from Thorpe and Alexandra.
Oh! And have you? Penelopes interest was diverted.
Yes. I got a letter from Alexandra this morning. They are still in Italy on their honeymoonVenice now, it seems. She waxed quite ecstatic over the beauty of it, but she did say that they planned to come home shortly.
Good. I shall like to see her again.
Yes. I say, that will be bang-up, Lord Buckminster agreed, abandoning his glumness. Thorpes a good chap. He paused. Lady Thorpe, too, of coursewell, what I meant was, not a chap, of course, but stillthough I dont know her all that wellI mean
Yes, Bucky, Lady Ursula stuck in blightingly. I feel sure we all know what you meant to say.
Eryes. Quite. Buckminster subsided.
I feel sure you will be very glad to have Lady Thorpe back, Lady Castlereigh, Lord Lambeth said blandly to Ursula, observing her through half-closed lids.