It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

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 should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

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

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

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.