When the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.

What?" "You're so neat," she said, looking almost embarrassed. He glanced pointedly over his shoulder. "There are four hundred on the other side of this door." "But you're ruining me." "I can't do it neatly?

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said. "Rubbish and you know it." -Anthony to Violet

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.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn’t quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.