A Penny's Worth of Affection novel Chapter 1

England, 1825

Mrs. Kate Barstow regarded her friend in concern. "I apologize for intruding like this Penelope, but I simply felt I had to let you know. It will be a disaster indeed if I had chosen to say nothing."

Penelope Inglewood took a deep breath and nodded, fighting to remain calm despite the emotions that swirled within her.

"No, no, it is quite all right, Kate. Thank you for telling me. I must confess I had no idea of this." In truth, she was shocked and not a little horrified at the news, but she was loath to tell Kate so. "I will have a word with Edward immediately. This must be put to a stop at once."

"Oh, yes, of course. But I will advise the strictest caution, for you know how it is with young people these days. They seem to derive pleasure from doing quite the opposite of what is expected of them. In truth, it was most improper of him to be seen with Miss Rosebury in such a...compromising situation. The lady is engaged to be married, after all, and if the wrong persons were to come upon them, the scandal would be immeasurable."

"Not to worry, I shall be careful when I speak to him."

Mrs. Barstow rose, her wide green skirts rustling as she moved. "I am not worried, dearest. I know you are more than capable of handling things discreetly. I must take my leave now, or I shall be late for the parish meeting. And I give you my word: none of this will pass from my lips."

Penelope stood as well, brushing down her black gown to smooth out the creases, her green eyes filled with worry.

"Thank you for keeping this in the strictest confidence." At least she hoped Kate would keep mute, as she hardly knew Mrs. Barstow, having just moved to Millcote less than five months ago and still getting acquainted with her neighbours and attending a few tea parties thrown by the gentry occasionally to ease the tedium of the countryside.

Mrs. Barstow patted Penelope's shoulders comfortingly. Although the two women were of the same height, Mrs. Barstow's stocky build and wide shoulders made it seem like she towered over Penelope. She smiled kindly. "You are a good sister. I have no doubt you will do the right thing by him...Although, I must once again stress how delicate this situation is."

Mrs. Barstow paused at the door to the small drawing room, casting her gaze over the tidy room with its elegant but worn furniture before returning her gaze to the slim, intense-looking young lady who ruled over the household. "You must not be harsh with Edward, or he will rebel. I only caught a glimpse of them together, but it appears they have formed quite the attachment for each other. That is most disastrous indeed. If His Grace finds out his intended has developed a tender for your brother, he could call your brother out to a duel."

Lucy bit her lip and twirled a strand of pale gold hair around one delicate finger, a habit she had picked up as a child.

"She's a busy body, that one. Always going about poking her nose where she is not wanted."

Penny turned from the window to pin a reprehending look at her younger sibling. "Lucille Inglewood! That is no way to talk. How many times must I teach you to be polite in company and alone?"

Lucy rolled her eyes-which are emerald green just like Penny's-and snorted in derision. "Bah! I know she was here to gossip about Eddie. I certainly heard enough to know what she was after."

Penny groaned and rubbed her forehead to ease the headache that was rapidly forming. Lucy had a disconcerting habit of eavesdropping on her private conversations, a habit that irked her to no end. Not for the first time, she wished Papa were here to handle the fiery eighteen-year-old, but as usual, Sir Inglewood was somewhere across the Atlantic, nose deep in excavations, leaving her to practically raise two precocious siblings of the ages six and twenty.