Quotes from Charlotte Featherstone

Men were men. They all wanted beauty. Such shallow, fickle, heartless creatures.

He wanted to offer her the comfort of his home, shelter in his arms, pleasure from his body.

He hadn't lived until he'd discovered Isabella, and the fact that he had somehow managed to give his heart to a person he didn't truly know still baffled him. But

Affection! Her father's thick mutton chops twitched in irritation. Good God child, are we back to that? Those fairy tale thoughts were amusing when you were twelve, now they are downright mortifying. Marriage is an institution-- Rather like one of those asylums for lunatics, she mumbled, unable to help herself.