What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.

They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained.

After Henry's treatment of her she wasn't sure that men could honestly love women but she wanted to believe it. She wanted to be told pretty things and for the frightening clip of her heart to slow to something more reasonable.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.