Kate had dressed for battle, donning her finest pink muslin morning dress. With lace at her wrists and mother-of-pearl buttons at her throat, instead of that itchy servant's cloak, she felt capable of matching wits with anyone.

“You could make me say it again," he whispered. "Make me say it always. Make me …”

“He set his hand over her lips, stopping her words. “I sent you away once.” His …”

“Lady Cosgrove gasped louder but recovered quickly. “Mr. Turner,” she said, reac…”

“Ned: I figured it was time for a picnic by the menagerie.Jenny: And you brought…”