Anthony sneezed and pushed them aside. "Mother, I am trying to have a conversation with the duke." Violet looked at Simon. "Do you want to have this conversation with my son?" "Not particularly." "Fine, then. Anthony, be quiet.

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.

It was the one dream he'd never permitted himself to consider.

She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later. She sighed. It seemed fairly pathetic.

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.

It’s a curse, really,” Lady Danbury said. “I’m the only person I know my age who has perfect hearing.” “Most would call that a blessing.” She snorted. “Not with that musicale looming over the horizon.

It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood