Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compliments to myself.

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.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

Good night.' Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her dress was soaked and her stockings dotted with sand and her heart couldn't possibly withstand any more.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

She considered herself unconventional.