Julia Quinn Quote

Marcus’s appearance theday before had been discussed, dissected, analyzed, and—by LadySarah Pleinsworth, Honoria’s cousin and one of her closest friends—rendered into poetry.He came in the rain, Sarah intoned. The day had been plain.Honoria nearly spit out her tea.It was muddy, this lane—Cecily Royle smiled slyly over her teacup. Have youconsidered free verse?—our heroine, in pain—I was cold, Honoria put in.Iris Smythe-Smith, another of Honoria’s cousins, looked up withher signature dry expression. I am in pain, she stated.Specifically, my ears.Honoria shot Iris a look that said clearly, Be polite. Iris justshrugged.—her distress, she did feign—Not true! Honoria protested.You can’t interfere with genius, Iris said sweetly.—her schemes, not in vain—This poem is devolving rapidly, Honoria stated.I am beginning to enjoy it, said Cecily.—her existence, a bane . . .Honoria let out a snort. Oh, come now!I think she’s doing an admirable job, Iris said, given thelimitations of the rhyming structure. She looked over at Sarah, whohad gone quite suddenly silent. Iris cocked her head to the side; sodid Honoria and Sarah.Sarah’s lips were parted, and her left hand was still outstretchedwith great drama, but she appeared to have run out of words.Cane? Cecily suggested. Main?Insane? offered Iris.Any moment now, Honoria said tartly, if I’m trapped heremuch longer with you lot.