It might do wonders for your marriage,” Amelia continued. “It’s lovely to talk to your husband after you’ve been to bed together. They just lie there feeling grateful and say yes to everything.” - Amelia to Poppy

Pro medicina est dolor, dolorem qui necat.” “The pain that kills pain acts as medicine,” Win translated. “That would make sense only to a Roma,” Amelia said, and Cam grinned.

I wonder how Merripen is faring,” Win said, her blue eyes soft with concern. Merripen, the cook-maid, and the footman had gone to the house two days earlier to prepare for the Hathaways’ arrival. “No doubt he’s been working ceaselessly day and night,” Amelia replied, “taking inventory, rearranging everything in sight, and issuing commands to people who don’t dare disobey him. I’m sure he’s quite happy.

God help anyone who stands in your way. You do like to manage other people's lives, don't you?""Only when it's obvious I can do a better job of it than they can.

Swallowing back her bitterness, Amelia glanced up at her brother and managed a rueful smile. “Thank you, but at this advanced stage of life, I have no ambitions to marry.” Leo surprised her by bending to brush a light kiss on her forehead. His voice was soft and kind. “Be that as it may, I think someday you’ll meet a man worth giving up your independence for.” He grinned before adding, “Despite your encroaching old age.

If you intend to drink yourself to death,” Amelia had told Leo calmly, “I wish you would do it at a more affordable place.” “But I’m a viscount now,” Leo had replied nonchalantly. “I have to do it with style, or what will people say?” “That you were a wastrel and a fool, and the title might just as well have gone to a monkey?” That had elicited a grin from her handsome brother. “I’m sure that comparison is quite unfair to the monkey.

I wonder why the Ramsay estate is so unproductive?” Amelia mused as the carriage traveled alongside lush pastures. “The land in Hampshire is so fertile, one almost has to try not to grow something here.” “But our land is cursed, isn’t it?” Poppy asked with mild concern. “No,” Amelia replied, “not the estate itself. Just the titleholder. Which would be Leo.” “Oh.” Poppy relaxed. “That’s fine, then.

To Cam surprise, she was smiling up at him steadily, her eyes midnight.His expression turned quizzical. "What's so amus­ing?"Amelia toyed with a button on his coat. "I was just thinking . . . tonight those two old hens will probably go to their beds, cold and alone." An impish grin curved her lips. "Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.

Merripen?” Her voice was strained. “Yes?” “You should probably know that if my brother hasn’t already managed to kill himself, I plan to shoot him when we find him.” “I’ll hand you the pistol.