“No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.”

“I have met the devil, and her name is Cecily Temple”

“Miss Temple, perhaps you will demonstrate the proper curtsy for us?"Without ado, Cecily temple, She Who Can Do No Wrong, settles to the floor in a long, slow, graceful arc that seems to defy gravity. It is a thing of beauty. I am hideously jealous."Thank you, Miss Temple."Yes. Thank you, you little demon beast. May you marry a man who eats garlic with every meal.”

“Henry's breath hissed out through his teeth. That ba-bad man, he finished, with a quick glance at Cecily, who rolled her eyes.”

“MISS PRISMMemory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.”

“Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went toWill. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house."Oh, dear," said Tessa."I have that effect on women," Will said.”