“Penelope glared at her, “Madame said that men love damsels in distress. She failed to point out that damsels in distress look wretched, miserable and downright horrid.”“Men do love damsels in distress. We simply need to look lovely while fighting mortal peril.”

“I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.”

“I’m not a damsel and there is no distress”

“I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.”

“Lady Anne sighed and whispered to Penelope, “My brother stands guard over me like a sphinx or a fiery dragon. Only men with courage are allowed to make way to my side, and unfortunately England is full of chicken-hearted nitwits.”

“What happened to the days of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress?" Not that I could envisage Heather as a damsel in distress."Those days are long gone, Brendan. Nowadays, the damsel takes care of herself, and on occasion she might even rescue the hero, if she feels he deserves it.""I'm screwed, then.”

“Isn't that what a gentleman does? Rescues a damsel in distress?”