The Masque Of The Black Tulip Quotes
"If ever silence was the better part of valor, now was the time."
"Admittedly, archives aren’t usually a thing to set one’s blood pounding, but they do when you’re a fifth-year graduate student."
"Anyone would agree that smooching a first-year grad student—during my department’s Christmas party, which he attended at my invitation—is indisputable evidence of cheating slimedom."
"All in all, there had never been a better time to conduct research abroad."
"It’s considered one of the great examples of the arts and crafts movement."
"The Pre-Raphaelites are distinctly overrated."
"I hadn’t really thought about it. I can sleep wherever."
"I think the hospitality of Selwick Hall can stretch to providing you a bed."
"Either way, the point was clear. I had to rack up some primary sources, and I had to do it soon, before the crocodiles started getting restless."
"The point was clear. I had to rack up some primary sources, and I had to do it soon, before the crocodiles started getting restless."
"I would prefer my future husband hunt me." - Charlotte
"He’ll lurk beneath your balcony and cry, ‘My love! My love! O love of my life!’" - Penelope
"Making gentlemen jump out ballroom windows wasn’t her only source of pleasure. Tormenting the young of any gender fell into the same category." - Narration
"She was the reigning beauty of 1790—the men were all mad for her." - Duchess
"Mummy will find you another viscount." - Mother to her daughter
"Aren’t the best pleasures unexpected ones?" - Miles
"Sometimes anticipation can be as pleasant as surprise." - Marquise de Montval
"I prefer natural philosophy myself." - Lord Vaughn
"What a waistcoat needs is a nice mythical beast. I’m particularly partial to gryphons." - Henrietta
"I always fancied turning men to stone. Such a useful talent for dull parties." - Dowager Duchess
"Everything was taken from us—the château, the townhouse, the paintings, even my jewels."
"I fled Paris with barely the clothes on my back."
"Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing as Hedgus pricklianus."
"Just when Miles thought that there was nothing more unbearable than the feel of her jammed up against his side, the blasted vehicle swayed."
"He was in that peculiar circle of Dante’s Inferno reserved for those who had been caught thinking lustful thoughts about their best friend’s sisters."
"The five-minute drive to Uppington House had never felt longer."
"Even if her right hand wasn’t trapped between her and Miles, it would be uncouth to bend over like that in an open carriage in the middle of a well-traveled street."
"For all of her beauty, the marquise was really an incredibly boring woman."
"Something is either true or false. Men may misuse appearances, but truth remains constant."
"There’s a dangerous French spy on the loose."
"Stay out of this, Hen. This is no parlor game."
"Thou all my bliss, believe but this: When thou art far, my heart is lorn."
"Life is just flatter when you're not around."
"If the spy finds out about the school, that's it for all of us."
"An operative was sighted on the grounds last night. In disguise."
"You must be patient," counseled another voice, a woman’s voice with a light foreign accent.
"I would have an end to this business, Aurelia. The game has been played for long enough."
"But we didn’t," Miles said soothingly. "See? We’re both alive. No bullet holes."
"If you were any other woman," countered Vaughn, "I would not have said it."
"You aren’t planning to climb out a window, are you?" wasn’t really an option.
"Trust me," said Miles, frowning at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, "it is a role for which you are singularly unsuited."
"I know," replied the other complacently, and equally uninformatively. "But you have your compensations."
"Everything points to it." Vaughn’s tone brooked no argument.
"Didn’t you trust my driving?" Miles asked indignantly.
"I thought I was going to be ill. Or dead," she added as an afterthought.
"You deserve a real home, not shoddy hired rooms."
"Near me," Miles said, tightening his hold on her.
"I think that could be arranged," Henrietta managed.
"Tonight, there is just us. No French spies, no angry relatives. Agreed?"
"I'm better at the undressing bit than the dressing."
"Give me more love or more disdain, the torrid or the frozen zone."
"Some things, Mr. Whittlesby, are too serious for poetry."
"I have an assignation to keep. With Lady Henrietta."
"I cannot say how delighted I am to see you again, Mr. Fitzhugh."
"Delight’s all mine," Turnip reassured her, brandishing a large bouquet. "Lots and lots of delight."
"One little word, one little slip, can be someone’s undoing."
"That's a deuced fine piece, but not at all the thing to go waving it about."
"Devilish good coffee, then?" enquired Turnip.
"Faint heart never won fair lady, and all that."
"His own," responded the marquise, trying to yank her wrists out of Miles’s grasp.
"I don’t think you want to do that," said Henrietta, slowly raising herself up on her elbows.
"Whatever might have given you that idea?" inquired the marquise, her voice as level as her gun.