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“Touché, Miss Bridgerton,” he said, but she didn’t particularly feel she’d won the point

Hyacinth saw herby the door, so she extricated her hand from Mr St Clair’s elbow and crossed the foyer “Until tomorrow, Mr St Clair,” she said

And as the door shut behind her, she could have sworn she heard him reply, “Arrivederci”

Hyacinth arrives home

Herfor her

This is not good

“Charlotte Stokehurst,” Violet Bridgerton announced, “is getting married”

“Today?” Hyacinth queried, taking off her gloves

Her ed Her ”

Hyacinth looked around “Were you waiting for me in the hall?”

“To the Earl of Renton,” Violet added “Renton”

“Have we any tea?” Hyacinth asked “I walked all the way home, and I’m thirsty”

“Renton!” Violet exclai about ready to throw up her hands in despair “Did you hear me?”

“Renton,” Hyacinth said obligingly “He has fat ankles”

“He’s—” Violet stopped short “Why were you looking at his ankles?”