These feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.

...Tunstell was not what one could describe as call subtle. His flaming red hair bobbed up with each pointed and articulated footstep as though he were some cloaked Gothic villain creeping across a stage.

Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.

My Hallway" remarked Lord Akeldama,"Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!

Floote, what is going on? Do they think I am contagious? Should I assure them I was born with a nose this size?

It'll all end in tears and oil.

Mrs. Loontwill did what any well-prepared mother would do upon finding her unmarried daughter in the arms of a gentleman werewolf: she had very decorous, and extremely loud, hysterics.