One of us should save her," Benedict mused. "Nah," Colin said, grinning. "Mother's only had her over there with Macclesfield for ten minutes." "Macclesfield?" Simon asked. "The earl," Benedict replied. "Castleford's son." "Ten minutes?" Anthony asked. "Poor Macclesfield." Simon shot him a curious look. "Not that Daphne is such a chore," Anthony quickly added, "but when Mother gets it in her head to, ah . . ." "Pursue," Benedict filled in helpfully. "- a gentleman," Anthony continued with a nod of thanks toward his brother, "she can be, ah . . ." "Relentless," Colin said. Anthony smiled weakly. "Yes. Exactly." Simon looked back over toward the trio in question. Sure enough, Daphne looked miserable, Macclesfield was scanning the room, presumably looking for the nearest exit, and Lady Bridgerton's eyes held a gleam so ambitious that Simon cringed in sympathy for the young earl. "We should save Daphne," Anthony said. "We really should," Benedict added. "And Macclesfield," Anthony said. "Oh, certainly," Benedict added. But Simon noticed that no one was leaping into action. "All talk, aren't you?" Colin chortled. "I don't see marching over there to save her," Anthony shot back. "Hell no. But I never said we should. , on the other hand . . ." "What the devil is going on?" Simon finally asked. The three Bridgerton brothers looked at him with identical guilty expressions. "We save Daff," Benedict said. "We really should," Anthony added. "What my brothers are too lily-livered to tell you," Colin said derisively, "is that they are terrified of my mother." "It's true," Anthony said with a helpless shrug. Benedict nodded. "I freely admit it."
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