Viscount Vagabond

I don't know who had the training of you," he continued doggedly, "but your morals are shocking. You spent a night in my bed, remember, after a night in a bawdy house. You go about collecting street urchins and letting inebriated vagabonds kiss you, and then you get into brawls in pawnshops. You are probably past all redemption, but I'm going to reform you anyhow. If you behave yourself, perhaps I'll let you reform me on occasion, but I make no promises.

They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.

By and large the aristocracy was intelligent enough. The problem was that its members had no need to live by their wits. Thus their wits atrophied. If they could not rely upon the sharper instincts and abundant common sense of their servants, the British upper classes would destroy themselves through sheer inertness.

A sound mind in a sound body is a short but full description of a happy state in this world.

Hypocrisy seemed to be the fashionable equivalent of propriety, discretion indistinguishable from morality, and the

She pulled away and was alarmed to find herself still weak-kneed. Embarrassed, she glared at him. “You tricked me!” “On the contrary, you tricked me. You are very deceitful. Never once have you hinted that you were passionate. You were most unsporting to take me unawares. I might have fainted.

Come,” he coaxed, “tell me a murderous, wicked thought.” She scowled at her shoe. “I have wanted to strangle my papa,” she muttered. “Egad! Patricide. Well, that’s a relief,” said he with a grin. “I thought I was the only one.

Looking at a man as though he was something the horse left behind isn’t the way to elicit confidences.

rules seemed to constantly shift on whim.

An adult should not be forced into marriage as a child is forced to eat his peas. Peas are only part of a meal. Marriage is a life’s work.