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

You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile." "You think my smile is beguiling?

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

the unexpected moment [is] always sweeter.

His brows rose. “And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?” “I’m a governess,” she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough.

Is there anything else I can do to see to your comfort, Miss Trent?" Perriwick inquired. "She's fine," Blake growled. "Clearly, she--" "Perriwick, isn't the west wing on fire?" Perriwick blinked, sniffed the air, and stared at his employer in dismay. "I do not understand sir.

Caroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.