It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.

Lord Akeldama sighed. 'You lovebirds, how will I endure such flirtations constantly in my company? How déclassé, Lord Maccon, to love your own wife.

They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.

And I find perfect beauty excessively boring, don't you?

How was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!

Here, I stole it for you. Why don’t you tell me what it’s for.” “Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present!

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.