Quotes About Sir Graham

The tablecloth was blue. The napkins were blue. The lovely porcelain plate in front of her was an Oriental design of white and blue. The flowers that made up the centerpiece were blue, the vase they reposed in—blue. Sir Graham grinned at her, and she saw a devilish, wicked gleam in his—also blue—eyes before his long lashes swept down to hide it. "You are pleased, Majesty?

Sir Graham looked directly at Gwyneth. "Lord Morninghall is semiconscious and out of his head." Then, softly: "But it is your name that he's calling." Gwyneth's mouth fell open and she felt a direct stab of pain to her heart. In confusion she looked from the admiral to the chaplain. "My name?" "Yes. Over and over again. He will not stop.

Sir Graham was in his best uniform. The one that had never seen sea service, but was reserved for only the most honored of occasions, the gold buttons and lace and epaulets blindingly bright in the sun, the medal of the Nile around his neck, the broad red sash of knighthood across his right shoulder. His hands were clasped behind his back; a sailor he was, even here, and he was smiling, his eyes radiant with love as he caught sight of her and watched her move slowly down the path, toward him.