“Oh, my giddy aunt!”

“What’s that?” she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose.“Oh, that? That’s just Pillover.”“And what’s a pillover, when it’s at home?”“My little brother.”“Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.”

“Dearest Alexia, Oh, please absolve me of this guilt I already feel squishing on my very soul! My troubled heart weeps! Oh dear, Ivy was getting flowery. My bones ache with the sin that I am about to commit. Oh, why must I have bones? I have lost myself to this transplanting love. You could not possibly understand how this feels! Yet try to comprehend, dearest Alexia, I am like a delicate bloom. Marriage without love is all very well for people like you, but I should wilt and wither. I need a man possessed of a poet’s soul! I am simply not so stoic as you. I cannot stand to be apart from him one moment longer! The caboose of my love has derailed, and I must sacrifice all for the man I adore! Please do not judge me harshly! It was all for love! ~ Ivy.”

“Oh, Professor Lyall, are you making a funny? It doesn’t suit you.” The sandy-haired Beta gave Lady Maccon a dour look. “I am exploring new personality avenues.” “Well, stop it.” “Yes, my lady.”

“Oh, dear me, no. Then I should be known as that vampire with all the cats.”

“Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?”

“How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.”