Milk?” Lady Bridgerton asked. “Thank you,” Gareth replied. “No sugar, if you please.” “Hyacinth takes hers with three,” Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. “Why,” Hyacinth ground out, “would he care?” “Well,” Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, “he is your special friend.

Children,” Lady Bridgerton said with a sigh as she retook her seat. “I am never quite certain if I’m glad I had them.

The girl doesn’t need a violin,” he added. “She needs to have her hands bound so she can never touch an instrument again.

Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.

My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington

In this room,in this minite,she was his everything

Until you've lived through all that," he said, "don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me..." He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. "This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise.