“How she wished she had Elizabeth to herself for a little so they could discuss what Henry's real intentions were and also how high and mighty Penelope had acted at lunch and what a tremendous insult it was that she'd come at all and did anyone really think she was beautiful with those oversize features anyway.”

“What did it matter anyway that she was so much lovelier than the other girls when Henry was so blind.”

“It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.”

“But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.”

“As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.”

“Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.”

“She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.”