“The late Dominic Breckland, Viscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.”

“You look even better than you did before," he added in a quiet voice. "I'm the one returning to the party with his rhubarb at full rise.”

“Do you really think I'm bad?""Of course, Jane. Every woman is, if given the chance.”

“A grin broke across Heath's hansome face. "The last time I saw such a collection of Boscastles in church was at Father's funeral. Who invited the mistresses?""I think I did, "Grayson said, suppressing a yawn."God knows I've been sitting here so long my brain's gone stiff.""You invited them to a wedding?""It's not my wedding thank God.""Well, it is your chapel.""Ergo I invite whom I please.""Someone might have thought to invite the groom.”

“Lord Sedgecroft--""Ssh. It isn't polite to interrupt me when I'm kissing you.”

“Long live tomorrow's foolish whims.”

“Is that why the top three buttons of your riding jacket are unfastened?" Miranda asked with an innocent look. "Because you were showing him your bulbs?”