"An awkward pause fell across the conversation. Daphne was shifting from foot to foot, not at all certain what to say to the duke, when Nigel exhibited stellar timing for the first time in his life, and sat up. "Daphne?" he said, blinking as if he couldn't see straight. "Daphne, is that you?" "Good God, Miss Bridgerton," the duke swore, "how hard did you hit him?" "Hard enough to knock him down, but no worse than that, I swear!" Her brow furrowed. "Maybe he drunk." "Oh, Daphne," Nigel moaned. The duke crouched next to him, then reeled back, coughing. "Is he drunk?" Daphne asked. The duke staggered back. "He must have drunk an entire bottle of whiskey just to get up the nerve to propose." "Who would have thought I could be so terrifying?" Daphne murmured, thinking of all the men who thought of her as a jolly good friend and nothing more. "How wonderful." Simon stared at her as if she were insane, then muttered, "I'm not even going to question that statement." --