You had good reason to hate me. I always understood that. I don’t know why you should think differently now, but take care. Don’t build up another false image. I may be the picturesque sufferer now, b...
You don’t know what you’re doing,’ Lymond said. ‘You’re performing a play, in a schoolroom, for an excited audience of one. I said Below the long, taffeta bodice, Philippa’s interior had begun to rave...
You called me Alec just now,’ Guthrie said. ‘If I have dispensation to do the same, let me say it. Francis Crawford, I wish you away from this country; and if I had the hearing of a friend, and not th...
You are offered love and won’t accept it except on your own terms. That isn’t tragic. It’s the word you’ve just mentioned—it’s childish.
With his education and heritage, Harry Darnley will be the only turncoat in England who can practise sodomy in Alcaic stanzas.
With Jerott Blyth, innkeepers never shirked the proper discharge of their duties. To the doggedness of his Scottish birth, his long residence in France and his profession of arms had lent a particular...
Will he? said Lymond. Will you, Marigold?Brilliant, youthful face confronted restless one.A little, malicious smile crossed the Master’s face.Oh, no, he won’t, said Lymond confidently. He’s going to b...
Will he travel tomorrow?’They both gazed, united in fascination, at the insensible and manhandled person of the sacrosanct Voevoda Bolshoia. ‘I doubt it,’ said Ludovic d’Harcourt.But he did. He stirre...
Will Scott grinned. Grizel Beaton had slapped his face four times, and apart from these four small misjudgements, they had never touched on a topic more personal than which of Buccleuch’s bastards to...
Why?’ said Philippa. ‘For suffering what you have suffered for three months?’ And felt the veils rend about her, for she had broken the unwritten law: it must not be uttered. It must not be uttered, o...
Why do you call him M. d’Harcourt? You called Jerott Jerott.’‘I called Jerott a great deal worse than that.
Who in God's name do these rubies belong to?''You. But you wouldn't suit them,' said Philippa. 'Ffarewell Carboncle chosen chief. It's my husband-hunting equipment. What about you?' 'I don't hunt husb...
What’s wrong? Has Francis been rude? Then you must try to overlook it. I know you wouldn’t think so, but he is thoroughly upset by Tom Erskine’s death; and when Francis is troubled he doesn’t show it,...
What’s poor Richard ever done to you except get himself born first?The blue eyes were speculative. Ill-calculated, he agreed. But not necessarily final.
What to do when attacked at sea, lessons one to ten. They had spent their first morning at sea being trained, remorselessly, by Francis Crawford for this precise event. ‘I know what to do,’ said Phili...
What shall we do with him? We have him at our mercy. Think of all the browbeaten Streltsi at Vorobiovo who would like to take their revenge at this moment. We could hire out his carcass for
What intelligent remedy, like jumping in the river, do you suggest if we find this man Lymond irreconcilably dreadful?
What can be done for these headaches?’[...] ‘Short of execution,’ Lymond said, ‘I think the problem is insoluble.
We’ve had a deal of bad poetry, haven’t we? Suggesting the climax to this thrilling and literary spectacle. The Olla Podrida, my sweet-hearts, will now be set on the fire.
We’ve all those, and we’ve the rest, like yourself, who carry the throne on their backs from generation to generation—maybe just because you’ve so much at stake in Scotland that there’s no other game...