“you cloak your offence by ignorance, saying that you did not know my determination in this matter. it is a double offence to do ill and color it so.”

“Did you know I dream about your hair? I use to say it was the color of the sun at sunset, but I'm wrong. It's brighter than the sun, just as you are.”

“I miss the thoughts of you now...For in my head they over ran.But now, on unpretentious grounds...There's a grave with unearthed sand.You brought the color to my world,When I was content living in gray.But, now those colors are too bright,They tarnish all that they portray.I miss the thought of you, more than you...Because my thoughts left you unblemished.And I held on to them; with tenacious grip...But, like your honor, they diminished.For while my heart was sentient...You drug my name through the mire...And now when thoughts of you arise...They're just cinder in the fire.I miss the thoughts of you now...For in my head, you were amended...But, now in your place, Is a nameless face...Of a man who has descended.”

“I wanted to skewer her with a stare, flay her with a frown, impale her with a—I say, what are you doing?"Charles would have answered her, but he was laughing so hard he was doubled over.”

“No matter what, you always will be my angel, the light that saved me from the darkness.”

“Don't you ever talk about yourself like that to me again. You hurt me when you hurt yourself Spencer. Think about that the next time you go to say something so stupid.”

“Honoria nodded and was about to say something utterlyforgettable when she saw that his hand had been bandaged.“I hope your injury is not severe,” she said politely.“Oh, this?” he held up his hand. His fingers were free to waggle,but the rest of it looked rather like a mitt. “It’s nothing. Analtercation with a letter opener.”“Well, please do be careful of infection,” Honoria said,somewhat more forcefully than was de rigueur. “If it grows red, orswollen, or even worse, yellow, then you must see a doctor atonce.”“Green?” he quipped.“I beg your pardon?”“You listed so many colors about which I must be wary.”For a moment Honoria could only stare. Wound infection wasnot a laughing matter.“Lady Honoria?” he murmured.She decided to proceed as if he’d said nothing. “Mostimportantly, you must watch for reddish streaks spreading from thewound. Those are the worst.”He blinked, but if he was startled by the turn of theconversation, he did not show it. Instead he looked down at hishand with a curious eye and said, “How red?”“I beg your pardon?”“How red do the streaks have to be before I must worry?”“How do you know so much about medicine?” Lady Danburycut in.“Do you know, I’m not sure how red,” Honoria told Mr.Bridgerton. “I would think anything stripey ought to be a cause foralarm.”