She would have colored gracefully with embarrassment had she not possessed the complexion of one of those โheathen Italians,โ as her mother said, who never colored, gracefully or otherwise. (Convincing her mother that Christianity had, to all intents and purposes, originated with the Italians, thus making them the exact opposite of heathen, was a waste of time and breath.)
Gail CarrigerLord Akeldama sighed. 'You lovebirds, how will I endure such flirtations constantly in my company? How dรฉclassรฉ, Lord Maccon, to love your own wife.
Gail CarrigerThese feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.
Gail CarrigerPlease, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities.โ The earl actually snorted. โMy dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.
Gail CarrigerLord Macon deposited his wife into a chair and then knelt next to her, clutching one of her hands. "Tell me truthfully - how are you feeling?" Alexia took a breath. "Truthfully? I sometimes wonder if I, like Madame Lefoux, should affect masculine dress." "Gracious me, why?" "You mean aside from the issue of greater mobility?" "My love, I don't think that's currently the result of your clothing." "Indeed, I mean after the baby." "I still don't see why should want to." "Oh no? I dare you to spend a week in a corset, long skirts and a bustle." "How do you know I haven't?
Gail Carriger