The ballroom was large and it was badly crowded with elegantly dressed people. “What a crush,” gasped Penelope. “Lady Lynnville must be delighted to know her affair will be considered a huge success.” “Must social success be dependent upon how uncomfortable the guests are?” Carol demanded, trying to push her way through the throng. “If that’s the case, then we didn’t make the grade last night, did we? There was plenty of room at Marlowe House.” “Do you mean you didn’t notice?” As usual, Penelope was laughing, and her pretty blue eyes were twinkling merrily. “I vow, you had eyes only for Nicholas and saw no one else. And then, you spent so much time in the library with him.” “There is a charming library in this house,” a voice at Carol’s shoulder said, interrupting Penelope. “I will be happy to show it to you, my dear.” “Nicholas,” Penelope exclaimed, “you ought not to make such suggestions.” Looking at the man with him, she added with a slight blush, “Good evening, Lord Simmons.”
