Lady Maccon.โ โBy George, Boots! How the deuce can you possibly tell that there is Lady Maccon?โ queried the other top-hated gentleman. โWho else would be standing in the middle of a street on full-moon night with a raging ruddy fire behind her, waving a parasol about?โ โGood point, good point.
Gail CarrigerThey decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.
Gail CarrigerI miss him, my lady.โ โWell, he is now living adjacent. You can hardly miss him all that much.โ โTrue. But we are no longer compatibleโI am a werewolf; he is a vampire.โ โSo?โ โSo we cannot dance the same dance we used to.โ Biffy was so sweet when he tried to be circumspect. Alexia shook her head at him. โBiffy, and I mean this in the kindest way possible: then you should change the music.โ โVery good, my lady.
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 Carriger