I am not a poor child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne announced, letting her anger sound in her voice. "Duncan won't marry you. He won't sign the contracts. He'd have to give up his greatest treasure in order to marry you." "And what be that treasure?" Lady Eleanor inquired, her voice mild. "Why, I'm Duncan's greatest treasure. He'd be a fool to give me up," she added. "And even you must know that Duncan is anything but a fool.

Douglas: You really got to stop doing that. Isabel: Doing what? Douglas: Getting prettier everyday.

Everything is your fault. You made me fall in love with you, and now I'm so upset I can't think or sleep or eat.

You take my heart with you, my loving captor." "Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.

Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about.

One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent

Flirting is the first step in a long process of finding the right man or woman.