"Then, just when he thought he'd made it through without delay, he heard an aged, female, and very imperious voice call out his name. "Bridgerton! I say, Bridgerton! Stop at once. I'm speaking to you!" He groaned as he turned about. Lady Danbury, the dragon of the . There was simply no way he could ignore her. He had no idea how old she was. Sixty? Seventy? Whatever her age, she was a force of nature, and ignored her. "Lady Danbury," he said, trying not to sound resigned as he reined in his mount. "How nice to see you." "Good gad, boy," she barked, "you sound as if you've just taken an antidote. Perk up!" Anthony smiled weakly. "Where's your wife?" "I'm looking for her right now," he replied, "or at least I ." Lady Danbury was far too sharp to miss his pointed hint, so he could only deduce that she ignored him apurpose when she said, "I like your wife." "I like her, too." "Never could understand why you were so set on courting her sister. Nice gel, but clearly not for you." She rolled her eyes and let out an indignant huff. "The world would be a much happier place if people would just listen to me before they up and got married," she added. "I could have the entire Marriage Mart matched up in a week." "I'm sure you could." Her eyes narrowed. "Are you patronizing me?" "I wouldn't dream of it," Anthony said with complete honesty. "Good. You always seemed like the sensible sort."