““Clevedon was to take Marcelline shopping. ... 'If we're to get this done by the end of the day, you must come with me ... I've no time to waste while a clerk dithers or tries to sell me something I don't want. I haven't time for dithering about prices. I need prompt, preferably obsequious attention. Entering with the Duke of Clevedon is a sure way to get that and more.' 'I assumed I'd come with you,' he said. 'Did you not notice how diligently I took notes?' She had noticed and wondered at it. She held her tongue, though, until they were in his carriage. And then it wasn't the notebook she asked about. 'I thought you loathed shopping with women above all things,' she said, remembering what he'd said to Lady Clara. 'That was before,' he said. 'Now you've made it *interesting*, curse you.' 'Interesting?' 'All the bustling about,' he said. 'All the drama. All that naked ambition coupled with passionate belief in the rightness of your vision. All that ... purpose. It amuses me to catch the occasional stray bit of purpose by trailing in your wake.””
