They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.
Gail CarrigerEver since her trip with Alexia to Scotland, Mrs. Tunstell had rather a taste for foreign travel. Alexia blamed it on the kilts.
Gail CarrigerWhy? I mean, why you? I can perfectly comprehend not liking my husband. I dislike him intensely most of the time.โ Professor Lyall stifled a chuckle. โI am given to understand that he does not approve of spelling oneโ s name with two llโs. He finds it inexcusably Welsh. I suspect he may be quite taken with you, however.
Gail CarrigerShe had to give her teachers credit: they were right to insist all pupils carry scissors, handkerchiefs, perfume and hair ribbons at all times. At some point she'd learn why they also required a red lace doily and a lemon.
Gail CarrigerShe reached inside the wide ruffle and pulled out a little vial. โPoison?โ asked Lady Maccon, tilting her head to one side. โCertainly not. Something far more important: perfume. We cannot very well have you fighting crime unscented, now, can we?โ โOh.โ Alexia nodded gravely. After all, Madame Lefoux was French. โCertainly not.
Gail CarrigerTunstell, this is your Alpha speaking. Do as I tell you. You must regurgitate now. Regurgitation is an involuntary action. You cannot simply order me to do it,โ replied Tunstell in a small voice. โI most certainly can. Besides which, you are an actor.โ Tunstell grimaced. โIโve never had cause to vomit onstage.
Gail Carriger