Quotes About Trust

I know,' said Danny Hislop. 'I want to see them being fond of one another. I want to see everybody brazening it out. And then I want to see what your petit François does to you when the party's over.

He had admitted her to the sexless friendship she had asked of him. She had been treated at last as a partner and adult. She was free, as he had said, to join her invention to his; to expect and give co-operation without fear or favour, as might be done by Adam or Jerott or Danny.

Philippa. You gave your husband a brevet to absent himself from his responsibilities. I have cancelled it.

They told me that if I didn't come back, they would force you to marry?' In the plain, sensible face, the brown eyes were derisive. 'Is that why you came back?' said Kate Somerville. 'No. I knew you could handle it.' 'Thank you,' said Kate.

Of course. You have always tried to escape.' 'And I have always harmed the friends who have tried to stop me,' Lymond said. His voice was uninflected. He added, 'I have tried many times to warn you not to come too close to me.

I want you to slip it under Mademoiselle d'Albon's chamber door. If she opens it and throws an axe at you, come and tell me. If not, you may go back to bed.

He could have covered my mouth,' said Jerott indignantly, sitting up with great success and giving Salablanca his hand. 'He didn't want blood-poisoning,' said Lymond callously. 'Also he didn't know you're so damned slow with a knife.…

He gave her his hand as she stepped up beside him. He said, 'I thought it was going to take twenty-five years.' 'It probably will,' Gelis said. 'But I thought I should like to spend them with you.' He

I will give you to Catherine. I will not give you to a hole in the ground.

Archie raised his voice. "Chops me!" he said bitterly. "But ye're a thrawn, bloody, rackle-tongued limmer. I'll come with ye to Saint-Cloud. I'll cut your meat at Compiègne. But there's a limit. I tell you now, there's a limit to what I'll do for you.

There are those that want to take time and men to hunt down Lymond and his band of murderers; and those that demand that Culter should lead them as proof of his loyalty. But if Richard Crawford of Culter won't interfere; says he has better business to attend to and refuses flatly to hound down his brother baying like the Wild Jagd, that still doesn't make him a traitor.

Then the righteous will shine like the sun and run about like sparks among reeds and all of you, I trust, will cease troubling me.

Then,' Richard said, 'I think we accept your scheme, with one important change in it. You, too, must be watched and followed.' 'And slept with?' Lymond said.

So who would do all this?' 'I should,' Richard said. 'Even to sleeping in your own chamber.' 'That I baulk at,' Lymond said. 'The rest you can have. One cock per pen is enough.

There he goes. What do you think he will do?' 'What you want him to do,' Adam said dryly. 'Doesn't he always?' 'No,' Lymond said.

This man Jerott,' said Danny Hislop accusingly. 'You said he was middle-aged.' Jerott turned. 'I didn't,' said Adam Blacklock indignantly. 'I said he was stinking rich and cut his old allies dead in the street. I did not say he was middle-aged.

Does anyone—Jerott?—know a nice clean strumpet who doesn't have the pox and will sleep in my room tonight to discourage Richard? She needn't stay beyond half an hour, and I don't want to meet her.' 'And that's a bloody waste,' said Jerott belligerently. 'And it's going to stay a bloody waste,' said Lymond tartly. 'I want a little privacy, not to work up a joint reputation as Hophni and Phinehas.

I should rather, Philippa, marry where there is no love than marry and find love turn to jealousy.

He has merely broken, as always, every promise he ever made, before man or God.

Can you imagine what it feels like for me, to pledge my word to preserve a girl's honour and have it broken for me by Francis?

There was a brief silence, during which Philippa Somerville fought and won a battle to keep her eyes dry. Lymond said, 'I give you my word. It was a lie.' Philippa looked at him. 'And I don't deserve that ,' she said.

Austin said, 'He is very plausible. I believed him when he gave me his oath.' 'Never do that,' said Richard flatly.

Richard's angry grey eyes … honest grey eyes … were looking at him. Sybilla was not watching. He supposed she knew that however near he might tread to the crevasse, he did not mean to fall in, and drag Richard with him. Instinct had been right, when last year he had fled such a confrontation. As no living soul could hurt him, Sybilla could.

I called you sister," he said. "Was I right?" "Yes," said Marthe. And hesitating: "What made you sure?" "The luggage of poetry you carry," said Francis Crawford; and far down in the tired eyes the smile lingered still. "Your other burdens I can also share.