“But what if we find we don't suit?""Then ye'll do as the rest o' us and work at suiting.”

“We see the world in terms of history, not money. That's the main difference between us and the rest of the world - we appreciate man's foibles, passions, and beliefs, while the rest of the world appreciates their coins.”

“Ye'll wish a bath this evening, and while I don't mind servin' as yer cook, I'm not washin' yer back.""I won't ask if of you, I promise.”

“I wish we hadn’t kissed at all,” he snapped.“So do I, but we can’t unkiss, so we must deal with it as best as we can.”

“He was going to enjoy pressing his little scheming hostess into improprieties she'd not soon forget. He didn't need a storm to make his point; he had his own powers of persuasion-and he'd use them all on her.He led her to the library, to the table holding the sherry. "Will you do the honors?" He leaned forward and added in a low voice, "Or perhaps you'd like us to do it together-your hand under mine, your fingers wrapped around the neck of the decanter as we-"Color flooded her cheeks, and she said in a breathless voice, "I will be glad to pour us some sherry-though I'm surprised you wish for some more.""It is wretched, but your cook has ruined my palate.When I return to London, I won't know good port from bad, burned meat from raw, and don't begin to talk to me about soups.”

“Pray don’t hold back,” Robert said politely. “You can tell me what you really think of my valet.” Stewart broke in to a reluctant grin.“Sorry fer bein’ so forward, sir, but that valet o’ yers is nothin’ but a Frenchified piece o’ lace.”

“Furthermore, I refuse to be affected by these cheap theatrics!" She gestured to the boiling sky."Gor!" Shelton covered his eyes with one hand.Dougal instantly went from mad to furious, and the clouds rumbled to life. Yet in that instant, he realized that this tiny little bit of a woman had just reduced centuries of a dramatic and secretive curse to "cheap theatrics." He didn't know whether to rage or laugh, but somehow, looking up into her amazing blue eyes, laughter was beginning to win."Furthermore," she continued in high dudgeon, "I won't be cowed by a few damned drops of rain!"Shelton groaned loudly. "Law,here it comes now."But it didn't. Instead, a chuckle rippled through Dougal.Sophia appeared outraged. "Are you laughing at me?""No,sweetheart. I'm laughing at us. We cannot even ride from the field to the house without racing. We're doomed to challenge each other forever,and if we don't have a care, my temper will try the two of us like sausages over a spit."Her lips quivered in response. "I don't particularly care for that image.""I haven't time for elegance, my love. It is getting ready to rain, so sausages are all you'll get.”