Are you certain you'll be happy?" she asked.
Eloise smiled ruefully. "It's a little late to wonder, don't you think?"
"It might be too late to do anything about it, but it's never too late to wonder.
A lot could happen in a week.
Just look at the last one.
You’re very impatient,” Violet said, facing the door. “You always have been.”
“I know,” Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her mother choosing to do it now?
“I always loved that about you,” Violet said. “I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.”
Eloise wasn’t so sure that sounded like such a good trait.
“You wanted everything for everyone, and you wanted to know it all and learn it all, and . . .”
For a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around and added, “You’ve never been satisfied with second-best, and that’s good, Eloise. I’m glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy.”
Eloise felt her eyes widen with surprise.
“But don’t let your impatience become all that you are,” Violet said softly. “Because it isn’t, you know. There’s a great deal more to you, but I think sometimes you forget that.” She smiled, the gentle, wise smile of a mother saying goodbye to her daughter.
. . . I do not tell you often enough, dear Mother, how very grateful I am that I am yours. It is a rare parent who would offer a child such latitude and understanding. It is an even rarer one who calls a daughter friend. I do love you, dear Mama.
Julia QuinnThe two of you together are a menace,” Penelope remarked.
“My aim in life,” Lady Danbury announced, “is to be a
menace to as great a number of people as possible, so I
shall take that as the highest of compliments, Mrs.
Bridgerton.”
“Why is it,” Penelope wondered, “that you only call me
Mrs. Bridgerton when you are opining in a grand fashion?”
“Sounds better that way,” Lady D said, punctuating her
remark with a loud thump of her cane.
He shook his head in wonder. "You are magnificent."
"I keep telling everyone that," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "But you seem to be the only one to believe me.
She was married now, and suddenly she understood
what it was her mother
had been trying so hard to tell her on her wedding night. Marriage was about compromise, and she and
Phillip were very
different people. They might be perfect for one another, but that didn't mean they were the same. And if
she wanted him to change some of his ways for her, well then, she was going to have to do the same for
him.
Mother,” Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude,
“you know I love you dearly—”
“Why is it,” Violet pondered, “that I have come to expect
nothing good when I hear a sentence beginning in
that manner?
Is there something you wish to tell me?” Violet asked
gently.
Hyacinth shook her head. How did one share something
such as this with one’s mother?
—Oh, yes, by the by and in case you’re interested, it
has recently come to my attention that my affianced husband
asked me to marry him because he wished to infuriate
his father.
—Oh, and did I mention that I am no longer a virgin?
No getting out of it now!
No, that wasn’t going to work
He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles.
Well, no, in truth she loved them.
Provided, of course, that she solved them.
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