Letters to Half Moon Street (Meddle & Mend, #1)

by Sarah Wallace

You will simply grumble and lock yourself up in the library. But suffering under John’s company, I might actually put a curse on him, brother or no.

You will never advise me to be reckless again.

Odd how I was just complaining about wishing to go home and now I have absolutely no desire to do so.

Dashing people are often considered dangerous by their very nature.

In short, you intrigue me, darling. If you will forgive me for saying so.

My word, darling, do you always describe yourself in such an unkind manner?

I trust your judgment to not do anything foolish, but London society can be very particular. I would hate for you to be punished for actually being sociable for once.

If I’m going to live vicariously through other people, the least they could do is have a good time.

Why is it we meet under my most inebriated moments?

London Seasons are fickle things and sometimes the most appealing of people go through a couple before finding a suitable match.

She sounds positively hair-raising. I’m sad I missed the opportunity to meet her.

I fear you dwell too much in your own head.

I am living in dread of what a London education might entail.

I feel as though I am forever at odds between thinking he wishes to spoil me with his friendship and wishes to torture me at the same time.

As it happens, I have no mind to marry anybody. I have often said I do not consider myself to have the temperament for marriage. If I were to get married, for instance, I should be expected to raise children. God only knows what sort of a father I would be. It hardly bears thinking of. I should vastly prefer to stay forever a bachelor.

He is due to be correct occasionally, however rarely that may be.

I did not say I would enjoy a ride in the park. I said I would not mind it. It is an entirely different thing. You know there is a world of difference between the two.

I’m keeping you on your toes, darling. You know you enjoy it. I can just imagine your mouth twitching in the way it does when you’re trying to pretend you’re not pleased.