“If I couldn't do that much for my master then what kind of butler would I be, really.”

“I am just...One hell of a butler.”

“Abel put his hands on her shoulders. "You're cold. You're shivering." She nodded. "It's not important..." "Sure it is," and then, in a very low voice, with a private kind of smile, he said, "Rose girl, I told you the branches would wither and you would freeze. You wanted to stay on board..." Anna nodded. "I'm staying.”

“I felt trapped in a world that I couldn't mould to my own desires. Others were in sunlight; I was in darkness.”

“I'm simpley one hell of a butler.”

“The words that I will have to find for that explanation will be sharp and they will hurt, much worse than the thorns of roses.”

“I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards sudden grief, or perhaps also sometimes repels. You move away. I moved towards it, I couldn't help it.”