" Daphne looked down and noticed that her hand was clenched into a fist. Then she looked up and realized her mother was staring at her, clearly waiting for her to say something. Since she had already exhaled, Daphne cleared her throat, and said, “I’m sure Lady Whistledown’s little column is not going to hurt my chances for a husband.” “Daphne, it’s been two years!” “And Lady Whistledown has only been publishing for three months, so I hardly see how we can lay the blame at her door.” “I’ll lay the blame wherever I choose,” Violet muttered. "