"Your upbringing must have been the complete opposite of lonely," she said, "with so many brothers and sisters about." "You know who I am," he stated. She nodded. "I didn't at first." He walked over to the balustrade and leaned one hip against it, crossing his arms. "What gave me away?" "It was your brother, actually. You looked so alike--" "Even with our masks?" "Even with your masks," she said with an indulgent smile. "Lady Whistledown writes about you quite often, and she never passes up an opportunity to comment upon how alike you look." "And do you know which brother I am?" "Benedict," she replied. "If indeed Lady Whistledown is correct when she says that you are tallest among your brothers." "You're quite the detective." She looked slightly embarrassed. "I merely read a gossip sheet. It makes me no different from the rest of the people here." Benedict watched her for a moment, wondering if she realized that she'd revealed another clue to the puzzle of her identity. If she'd recognized him only from , then she'd not been out in society for long, or perhaps not at all. Either way, she was not one of the many young ladies to whom his mother had introduced him. "What else do you know about me from ?" he asked, his smile slow and lazy. "Are you fishing for compliments?" she asked, returning the half smile with the vaguest tilt of her lips. "For you must know that the Bridgertons are almost always spared her rapier quill. Lady Whistledown is nearly always complimentary when writing about your family." "It's led to quite a bit of speculation about her identity," he admitted. "Some think she must be a Bridgerton." "Is she?" He shrugged. "Not that I'm aware of. And you didn't answer my question." "Which question was that?" "What you know of me from ." She looked surprised. "Are you truly interested?" "If I cannot know anything about you, at least I might know what you know about me." She smiled, and touched the tip of her index finger to her lower lip in an endearingly absentminded gesture. "Well, let's see. Last month you won some silly horse race in Hyde Park." "It wasn't the least bit silly," he said with a grin, "and I'm a hundred quid richer for it." She shot him an arch look. "Horse races are almost always silly." "Spoken just like a woman," he muttered. "Well--" "Don't point out the obvious," he interrupted. That made her smile. "What else do you know?" he asked. "From ?" She tapped her finger against her cheek. "You once lopped the head off your sister's doll." "And I'm still trying to figure out how she knew about that," Benedict muttered. "Maybe Lady Whistledown is a Bridgerton, after all." "Impossible. Not," he added rather forcefully, "that we're not smart enough to pull it off. Rather, the rest of the family would be too smart not to figure it out." -Sophie & Benedict"