Violet smiled benignly. You might find this difficult to believe, Daphne, but I don't want to see you married off to just anyone. I may introduce you to no end of eligible men, but that is only because I would like you to have as many suitors as possible from which to choose a husband. Violet smiled wistfully. It is my fondest dream to see you as happy as I was with your father.
Anthony is here. He looks a wreck. It is, of course, none of my business, but I thought you might like to know.Kate stared at the note a few seconds longer, then shoved her chair back and stood. It was time she paid a call upon Bridgerton House.
Much to Kate’s surprise, when she knocked at Bridgerton House, the door was swung open not by the butler but by Eloise, who immediately said, That was fast!Kate looked around the hall, half expecting another Bridgerton sibling or two to jump out at her. Were you waiting for me?Eloise nodded. And you don’t have to knock at the door, you know. Bridgerton House belongs to Anthony, after all. And you are his wife.
Kate smiled weakly. She didn’t feel much like a wife this morning.I hope you don’t think me a hopeless meddler, Eloise continued, linking her arm through Kate’s and guiding her down the hall, but Anthony does look awful, and I had a sneaking suspicion you didn’t know he was here.
Why would you think that? Kate couldn’t help asking.
Well, Eloise said, he didn’t go to any great pains to tell any of us that he was here.Dear me, Violet said, shaking her head, I had no idea you could be so high-strung. One would think, as your mother, I would know these things, especially since you are my firstborn, and thus I have known you for the longest of any of my children, but—
Is that Colin? Anthony interrupted, his voice strangled.Violet blinked, then squinted her eyes. Why, yes, it is. Isn't it lovely that he returned early? I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw him an hour ago. In fact, I—
I'd better go to him, Anthony said quickly. He looks lonely. Good-bye, Mother.Violet watched as Anthony ran off, presumably to escape her chattering lecture. Silly boy, she murmured to herself. None of her children seemed to be on to any of her tricks. Just blather on about nothing in particular, and she could be rid of any of them in a trice.