Status Updates From Ross Poldark (Poldark, #1)

To the devil with vicarious worries. Christmas was no time for them. In January they could be revived, if they still had the power to vex and disturb.

"Spoken like a Poldark. We have never been an agreeable family. Let us curse and quarrel in amity. Then we can get drunk in company. You and I together, and to hell with the creditors!"

They lived together, those dissimilar lovers, in harmony and good will, working and sleeping and eating, loving and laughing and agreeing, creating about themselves a fine shell of preoccupation that the outside world made no serious attempt to breach. The routine of their lives was part of their daily contentment.

AUTUMN LINGERED ON AS IF FOND OF ITS OWN PERFECTION.

"You malign us, my dear. It is only that, like most families, we are never all happy at one time."