A man was attacking me with a wet handkerchief.

Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.

Lady Maccon.” “By George, Boots! How the deuce can you possibly tell that there is Lady Maccon?” queried the other top-hated gentleman. “Who 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?” “Good point, good point.

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.

A woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done.

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

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