"My interests are varied. They include natural history, lady detectives, and good hygiene,” I said with a significant lift of the brows towards his feet.“What in seven hells does that mean?” he demanded.“It means that if you come to bed smelling like something from a barnyard again, I will scrub you myself with rose soap and a firm hand,” I threatened."

"Julia Grey, I would rather see you hanged than watch any sister of mine go haring off after a man who will not have her," my brother Bellmont raged."

"God was seldom discussed in our family except in a very distant sort of way, rather like our cousins in Canada."

"Earnshaw is quite a famous name, thanks to Miss Brontë . I did not realise there were Earnshaws in this country."Mrs. Earnshaw gave a sharp nod. "Aye. And Heathcliffs and Eyres, as well. Proper little thieves, those Brontë girls."

"Brisbane, if you wish to go about looking like Heathcliff that is your affair."

"They sold the furniture. There is nothing to sit upon and no table to set, so it is the kitchen for you, my girl. Pretend you are at Wuthering Heights. Everyone there ate in the kitchen."