![]() ![]() It could have been a flip comment, but it was spoken with wry warmth, and somehow Penelope thought that Lady Danbury would appreciate the sentiment. "I'm not as young as I used to be," Lady Danbury told her once the footman had hied off to the refreshment table. Lady Danbury nodded gratefully, and Penelope signaled to a footman to bring them two glasses of lemonade, since she didn't want to leave the countess while she was looking so pale. "Are you more comfortable now? Would you like something to drink?" ![]() Once Lady Danbury was settled, Penelope took a seat beside her. "Here we are," Penelope said, taking her arm and leading her to a nearby chair. But the countess was so vibrant it was difficult to imagine her ailing or weak. "Of course," Penelope said quickly, feeling terrible that she'd never once considered Lady Danbury's age as they stood there in the stuffy ballroom. "Would you mind if we sat down for a spell? These old bones aren't what they used to be." The sound wasn't sad-more wistful, really. "But why?" Penelope asked, truly unable to fathom it. "Of course! I'm surprised it has taken you so long to figure it out." The old lady beamed, her smile a bright and glowing streak in her wrinkled face. "Lady Danbury, have you made me your project?" ![]() "Well, don't worry over him," Lady Danbury said quite suddenly. ![]()
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