James – “Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?”Elizabeth – “Oh, I’m definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.

the air changes.

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches — hands, he reminded himself, hands — and grinned anew.

He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldn’t coexist in a world with one of Colin’s...

And if you say that’s because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I’m disowning all three of you.

I loveyou. I loveyou, my cousin’s wife. I loveyou, theone woman I can never have. I loveyou, Francesca Bridger-ton Stirling.

Felicity,” Mrs. Featherington interurupted, “why don’t you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?”For the life of him, Colin couldn’t imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa’s watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the...

Sometimes Hen…I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

Blake took a small roll from the tray on the table, then put it back in favor of a larger one. And maybe a little butter. It certainly couldn’t hurt. And jam…no, he drew the...

This has to be the most self-centered thing I’ve ever said, but no, I think you just wanted to vex me.

Caroline stamped her foot in frustration, but when it landed, it landed on something considerablyless flat than the floor.”Owww!” he yelled.Oh! His foot!Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry , she mouthed.I didn’t mean it.”If you think I can understand that,”...

Just curious,she mouthed.”What? I didn’t catch that.”Jjuussttccuurriioouuss.She drew it out this time, hoping he’d be able to read her lips.”If you spoke out loud,” he drawled, “I might understand what you’re saying.”Caroline stamped her foot...

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

Colin decided then and there that the female mind was a strange and incomprehensible organ – one which no man should even attempt to understand. There wasn’t a woman alive who could go from point...

Michael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty.He could picture himself a very happy man at that table.”Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?”...