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304 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 3, 1987
“I can’t quarrel with how much you’ve increased the property yields,” the dowager said grudgingly.
If so, it was the first time he’d heard of something she couldn’t quarrel with.
“Do you just mean to choose one [wife], like a horse at Tattersall’s?”
“George, you do me an injustice! I spend considerably more thought on selecting my horses.”
The Honorable George was something of an authority on the subject [love] since he succumbed to the emotion at least half a dozen times a year.

She forgot her shyness only with close friends or when she was absorbed in music; then her delicate face relaxed to a dreamy, ethereal loveliness.
I know perfectly well you have been dressing as unbecomingly as possible to repel potential suitors.
Caroline Hanscombe carefully checked her appearance in the mirror. Success! She definitely looked a dowd.
After plucking several Elizabethan tunes, Caroline rippled out an Italian lullaby, singing softly in her sweet true voice.



“I once told Jessica I thought you must have drawn my name out of a hat, but I never dreamed I was so close to the truth!”
“Actually, it was a nut bowl.”