Anthony and Eloise left the room without another word, leaving Phillip alone with the remaining Bridgerton brothers.
“Mind if I sit?” Phillip asked, since he suspected he was going to be stuck here in the dining room for some time.
“Go right ahead,” Colin said expansively. Benedict and Gregory just continued to glare. Colin, Phillip noted, didn’t look particularly eager to strike up a friendship, either. He might have been marginally more amiable than his brothers, but his eyes showed a sharp shrewdness that Phillip rather thought he ought not underestimate.
“Please,” Phillip said, motioning to the food still on the table, “eat.”
Benedict and Gregory scowled at him as if he’d offered poison, but Colin sat across from him and plucked a crusty roll off a plate.
“They’re quite good,” Phillip said, even though he’d not had the opportunity to partake that evening.
“Good,” Colin muttered, taking a bite. “I’m famished.”
“How can you think of food?” Gregory said angrily.
“I always think of food,” Colin replied, his eyes searching the table until he located the butter. “What else is there?”
“Your wife,” Benedict drawled.
“Ah, yes, my wife,” Colin said with a nod. He turned to Phillip, leveled a hard stare at him, and said, “Just so that you are aware, I would have rather spent the night with my wife.”
Phillip couldn’t think of a reply that might not hint at insult to the absent Mrs. Bridgerton, so he just nodded and buttered a roll of his own.
Colin took a huge bite, then spoke with his mouth full, the etiquette breach a clear insult to his host. “We’ve only been married a few weeks.”
Phillip raised one of his brows in question.
“Still newlyweds.”
Phillip nodded, since some sort of response seemed to be required.
Colin leaned forward. “Ireallydid not want to leave my wife.”
“I see,” Phillip murmured, since truly, what else could he have said?
“Do you understand what he’s saying?” Gregory demanded.
Colin turned and sent a chilling look at his brother, who was clearly too young to have mastered the fine art of nuance and circumspect speech. Phillip waited until Colin had turned back to the table, offered him a plate of asparagus (which he took), then said, “I gather you miss your wife.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Colin said, after sending one last disdainful glance at his brother, “Indeed.”
Phillip looked over at Benedict, since he was the only one uninvolved in the latest spat.
Big mistake. Benedict was flexing his hands, still looking as if he regretted not strangling him when he had his chance.
Phillip then turned his gaze to Gregory, whose arms were crossed angrily over his chest. His entire body practically quivered with fury, perhaps aimed at Phillip, perhaps at his family, who’d been treating him like a green boy all evening. Phillip’s glance was not met with favor. Gregory’s chin jutted angrily out, his teeth clenched, and—
And Phillip had had enough of that. He looked back to Colin.
Colin was still working on his food, having somehow managed to charm the servants into bringing him a bowl of soup. He’d set down his spoon, though, and was presently examining his other hand, idly flexing each finger in turn, murmuring a word as each pointed out toward Phillip.
“Miss. My. Wife.”
“Bloody hell,” Phillip finally burst out. “If you’re going to break my legs, would you just go ahead and do it now?”
Chapter 10
... you will never know how unfortunate you are, dearest Penelope, to have sisters only. Brothers are ever so much more fun.
