People will think you're courting me.' 'Nonsense, everyone knows I don't court respectable women.

There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend's Sister.

What happened to your face?" Harriet asked. "It was a misunderstanding," Daniel said smoothly, wondering how long it might take for his bruises to heal. He did not think he was particularly vain, but the questions were growing tiresome. "A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil." "Pay no attention," Harriet said to him. "She lacks imagination.

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else.