“Mother,” Hyacinth said, pausing for slightly longer than normal to steal a bit of time to organize her thoughts, “I am not going to chase after Mr. St. Clair. He’s not at all the right sort of man for me.”… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Francesca actually felt her chin drop. “Mother,” she said, shaking her head, “you really should have stopped at seven.” “Children, you mean?” Violet asked, sipping at her tea. “Sometimes I do wonder.” “Mother!” Hyacinth exclaimed. Violet just smiled at her.… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
