I think it’s time we introduced this little fellow to his family,” she said. “Don’t you?” Francesca held out her arms to take the baby, but Violet turned away. “Not just yet,” she said. She wanted to hold him a while longer. Maybe until Tuesday. “Mother, I think he might be hungry.” Violet assumed an arch expression. “He’ll let us know.” “But – ” “I know a thing or two about babies, Francesca Bridgerton Stirling.” Violet grinned down at John. “They adore their grandmamas, for example.
You married into the family. You have to love me. It’s a contractual obligation.
He was a rogue and scoundrel, and probably a hundred other things as well, but he was her rogue and scoundrel, and she knew he possessed a heart as fine and true as any man she could ever hope to meet.
And he needed the yes. He had loved her for years, dreamed about touching her for so damned long. And now that the moment was finally here, he just didn’t know if he could bear it if she didn’t really want it. There were only so many ways a man’s heart could break, and he had a feeling his couldn’t survive another puncture.
He sat in his chair, barely able to contain his own maniacal laughter. Oh, Michael, he thought, the chair shaking beneath him as he let his head fall into his hands. Welcome to the rest of your life.
I would give the world to have one more person for whom I would lay down my life,” he said. And then Hyacinth realized that some things did come in a flash. And there were some things one simply knew without possessing the ability to explain them. Because in that moment she knew that she was going to marry this man. No one else would do.
He knew well the singularly strange sensation of loving one’s family to distraction, and yet not feeling quite able to share one’s deepest and most intractable fears. It brought on an uncanny sense of isolation, of being remarkably alone in a loud and loving crowd.
Anthony glared at his brother, then for good measure at Miss Sheffield, who was looking at him as if he’d just despoiled ten virgins in her presence.
Oh, and do you happen to know where Miss Bridgerton might have gone off to? I noticed that breakfast has been cleared.” “Out, Sir Phillip,” the maid said. “With the children.” Phillip blinked in surprise. “She went out with Oliver and Amanda? Willingly?” The maid nodded. “That’s interesting.” He sighed, trying not to envision the scene. “I hope they don’t kill her.” The maid looked alarmed. “Sir Phillip?” “It was a joke.
Iris is not pleasant to live with when she is in ill humor and Daisy is not pleasant to live with when she is in good humor.
She hadn’t expected the world to be handed to her upon a golden platter, but she’d always assumed that if she worked hard enough for something, treated everyone the way she would like to be treated, then she would be rewarded.
Our world is filled with meaningless conversations. It is an honour to participate in one that is not.
The only thing worse than a man who makes a woman cry is a man who makes a woman cry and then doesn’t feel guilty about it.
My dear Miss Bridgerton,” he said, wiping his eyes, “if you are the soul of kindness and amiability, then the world must be a very dangerous place.
They say that a smart person learns from her mistakes,” she interrupted, her voice forcefully ending his protest. “But a truly smart person learns from other people’s mistakes.
Many a woman has been ruined by a single kiss.
Promise me,” she said. “You have to promise me than you will always be more happy than you are sorry.
You may love me more, but I will love you better.
People are like fine wines. If they start off good, they only get better with age.
Why are you here?” she whispered, once he’d finally got the damnable Miss Finch out of the room. For a moment he could only stare. “You’re not seriously asking me that.” “I – ” “You left me.” She shook her head. “I set you free.” He snorted at that. “You’ve had me locked up for over a year.