“You're charm can be terrifying.""I suppose if you put it that way I cannot help but be complimented.”

“I cannot feel like a duchess in mymother’s sitting room.”“What do you feel like, then?”“Hmmm.” She took a sip of her tea. “Just DaphneBridgerton, I suppose. It’s difficult to shed the surname inthis clan. In spirit, that is.”“I hope that is a compliment,” Lady Bridgerton remarked.Daphne just smiled at her mother. “I shall never escapeyou, I’m afraid.” She turned to Gareth. “There is nothing like one’s family to make one feel like one has nevergrown up.”

“You should be thankful that dark colors suit you. Not everyone wears black well.""Why, Lady Olivia, is that a compliment?""Not so much as a compliment to you as an insult to everyone else," she assured him."Thanks heaven for that. I don't think I would know how to conduct myself in a world in which you offered compliments.”

“If you cannot recognize the problem, there is no way that I could explain it to you."He laughed, damn the man. "My goodness," he said, "that was an expert sidestep.”

“I want you. I want you now, in every way a man can want a woman.”

“Dunford arrived a few minutes later and gave her an approving nod. "You look lovely, Henry."She smiled her thanks but decided not to put too much stock in his compliment. It sounded like the sort of thing he said automatically to any woman in his vicinity.”

“What are you up to?" she asked."Why would you think I'm up to anything?"Her lips pursed before she said, "You wouldn't be you if you weren't up to something."He smiled at that. "I do believe that was a compliment.""It wasn't necessarily intended as such.""But nonetheless," he said mildly, "that's how I choose to take it.”