Judith McNaught Quote

The last encounter was one Ian enjoyed, because Elizabeth was with him after they’d had their second-and last permissible-dance. Viscount Mondevale had approached them with Valerie hanging on his arm, and the rest of their group fanned around them. The sight of the young woman who’d caused them both so much pain evoked almost as much ire in Ian as the sight of Mondevale watching Elizabeth like a lovelorn swain.Mondevale, Ian had said curtly, feeling the tension in Elizabeth’s fingers when she looked at Valerie, I applaud your taste. I’m certain Miss Jamison will make you a fine wife, if you ever get up the spine to ask her. If you do, however, take my advice, and hire her a tutor, because she can’t write and she can’t spell. Transferring his blistering gaze to the gaping young woman, Ian clipped, ’Greenhouse’ has a ‘u’ in it. Shall I spell ‘malice’ for you as well?Ian, Elizabeth chided gently as they walked away. It doesn’t matter anymore. She looked up at him and smiled, and Ian grinned back at her. Suddenly he felt completely in harmony with the world.The feeling was so lasting that he managed to endure the remaining three weeks-with all the requisite social and courtship rituals and betrothal formalities-with equanimity while he mentally marked off each day before he could make her his and join his starving body with hers.With a polite smile on his face Ian appeared at teas and mentally composed letters to his secretary; he sat through the opera and slowly undressed her in his mind; he endured eleven Venetian breakfasts where he mentally designed an entirely new kind of mast for his fleet of ships; he escorted her to eighteen balls and politely refrained from acting our his recurring fantasy of dismembering the fops who clustered around her, eyeing her lush curves and mouthing platitudes to her.It was the longest three weeks of his life.It was the shortest three weeks of hers.