Scandal in Spring

His dignity was dealt a mortal blow as he heard Cassandra Leighton’s voice—“Where is Mr. Cow?”
Matthew heaved a sigh. “Moo,” he said grimly.

Vincent is damned finicky, let me tell you. If he were a woman, no man would be good enough for him.”

“You’re the literary authority.”

I want to hide somewhere. I don’t want to bear this. I don’t want to strong.”
“You don’t have to be,” Lillian said quietly.
“Yes I do. Because the only other choice is to let myself break into a million pieces.”
“I’ll hold you together. Every single piece.”

Justice may be blind,” he said, “but it loves the sound of money

“The point is,” Lillian fretted, “I’m all for Daisy having the freedom of choice, as long as she doesn’t make the wrong one.”

Perhaps, in spite of all she had heard about the ideal of a perfect marriage, there was no such thing. Perhaps every marriage was a unique creation.

I’m not short. I’m…vertically disadvantaged

I understand more than you might think. And in my experience, these problems can’t be solved by avoidance. You can never run far or fast enough.”
Matthew froze, staring at Westcliff. The earl could have been referring either to Daisy, or to Matthew’s tarnished past. In either case he was probably right.
Not that it changed anything.
“Sometimes running is the only choice,” Matthew replied gruffly, and left the room without looking back

Perhaps her emotions had been too deeply invested in her sister and friends…perhaps there wasn’t enough left over for anyone else.