Madame Lefoux shrugged. "I do not know about that, my lady. I mean to say, one's life is one thing; one's technology is an entirely different matter.
Gail CarrigerVery well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my...โ โMistress?
Gail CarrigerIt's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.
Gail CarrigerOoo,โ said Alexia, fascinated, โit shrinks back down again. The books didn't detail that occurrence.โ The earl laughed. โYou must show me these books of yours.
Gail CarrigerI mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?" Floote raised a tentative hand. "Ah, yes, thank you, Floote." "There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. "I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband." "I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you." Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point.
Gail Carriger