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She knew he hadn’t a great deal of rand, but lud, that coat fit him to perfection

“Miss Bridgerton,” he said, settling onto the sofa and allowing one ankle to rest rather lazily on the opposite knee “It must be Tuesday”

“It reed

“How fares Priscilla Butterworth?”

Hyacinth lifted her brows, surprised that he knehich book they were reading “She is

running for the cliffs,” she replied “I fear for her safety, if you must know Or rather, I would,” she added, “if there were not eleven chapters still to be read”

“Pity,” he re turn if she was killed off”

“Have you read it, then?” Hyacinth queried politely

For a ive her a Surely You Jest look, but he punctuated the expression with, “My grandmother likes to recount the tale when I see her each Wednesday Which I always do,” he added, sending a heavy-lidded glance in Lady Danbury’s direction “And most Fridays and Sundays as well”

“Not last Sunday,” Lady D said

“I went to church,” he deadpanned

Hyacinth choked on her biscuit

He turned to her “Didn’t you see the lightning strike the steeple?”

She recovered with a sip of tea, then s too devotedly to the sermon”

“Claptrap last week,” Lady D announced “I think the priest is getting old”