I was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!” “You did!” she retorted. “And although I can’t say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!” “Who adds invisibility to her other accomplishments!

I will not listen to your verse on an empty stomach!" declared the Vicomte. "You have no soul," said Philippe sadly. "But I have a stomach, and it cries aloud for sustenance." "I weep for you," said Philip. "Why do I waste my poetic gems upon you?

Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!

Is it not insupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?

I do not want a boy. I only want Monseigneur!

And now I wish I hadn’t been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!” “No, no!” said Alverstoke soothingly. “Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!

When fate is got it in for you, there is no limit to what you may have to put up with.