““Don't be thick, James. Ladies know all about mistresses. And it isn't as if you're married. If you carry on like that once you *are* married, I'm going to be terrifically nasty to you. I'll definitely tell your wife. So beware. I don't approve." "Of Bella, or of matrimony?" "Of married men who run about London with voluptuous women with hair the color of flax and morals that are just as lax." She paused for a moment, but James just rolled his eyes. "It's not easy to rhyme extempore, you know," she told him.””