“...it would seem that whoever did write this book knows you very well. You appear in it, sir. As...as the hero.”

“The real world isn't like one of those lending library novels that you ladies read--and write--so avidly.”

“It might not be so unpleasant, you know, to do me one or two favours in exchange for becoming a famous authoress.”

“I believe that books must go through a fairly slow birthing process...”

“Really, the insufferable conceit of the man. How dared he have the unutterable gall to know how her knees weakened at the sight of him, how she felt full of life and spirit when he was with her, how his very touch sent fire coursing through her veins in a way she hadn't known existed outside the pages of lending-library novels!”

“What do you say to furthering our cousinly relationship by a drive in the Park this afternoon?”

“I swear, Papa, I'd give my virtue if it would get my novels published,' she exclaimed in vexation. 'I'm certain we've tried everything else.”