trust your heart but use your head

Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.

Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She'd warmed his feet.

Go and change your gown, Mary," Daniel interjected. "I'm partial to gold. If you've a gown in that color, wear it to please me. If not, white will do well enough. I'm wedding you, Lady Mary." Lord Daniel Ferguson caught Lady Mary before she hit the floor. He wasn't at all irritated that his intended had just fainted dead away, and he actually let out a full burst of laughter as he swept Mary up into his arms and held her against his chest. "She's overcome with gratitude, Alec," Daniel called out to his friend. "Aye, Daniel, I can see she is," Alec answered.

Judith took a deep breath. "Aye, you captured Iain's wife," she said again. "But he married your daughter.

Iain's gaze went back and forth between Gillian and Brodick. "Father Laggan's back," he remarked. "And there's another, younger priest named Stevens with him." "Why are you telling me this?" Brodick asked. "I just wanted you to know there are two priests available," Iain explained with a meaningful glance at Gillian.

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