The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy Quotes

“An eternity later, they reached what he thought might be the end, and King Henry waved his turkey leg in the air, loudly proclaiming, “This land shall be mine, henceforth and forevermore!”
And indeed, it seemed that all was lost for the poor, sweet shepherdess and her strangely changeable flock. But just then, there was a mighty roar—
“Is there a lion?” Richard wondered.
—and the unicorn burst onto the scene!
“Die!” the unicorn shrieked. “Die! Die! Die!”
Richard looked to Iris in confusion. The unicorn had not thus demonstrated an ability to speak.
Henry’s scream of terror was so chilling, the woman behind Richard murmured, “This is surprisingly well acted.”
Richard stole another look at Iris; her mouth was hanging open as Henry leapt over a cow and ran behind the piano, only to trip over the littlest sheep, who was still licking the piano leg.
Henry scrambled for purchase, but the (possibly rabid) unicorn was too fast, and it ran headfirst (and head down) toward the frightened king, plunging its horn into his large, pillowed belly.
Someone screamed, and Henry went down, feathers flying.
“I don’t think this was in the script,” Iris said in a horrified whisper.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“If he hadn’t married Iris, he’d want her for a friend”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“He didn't know if there was a word to describe what he felt in that moment, how he saw the lines of his own heart when her eyes met his.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“You are a treasure, Iris Kenworthy,”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“I must protest.” “To whom?” That seemed to flummox him. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “But a protest must be lodged nonetheless.” “I don’t think the dog meant to shoot him,” Iris demurred. “You mean the author does not make the canine’s motivations clear?” Iris assumed a scrupulously even expression. “Even she lacks such talent.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Damned right I am,” Iris said under her breath. She marched on. It was amazing how empowering a bit of profanity could be. “What will you say to her?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘Are you out of your bloody mind?’” Marie-Claire’s mouth fell open. And then, skipping forward to catch up, she asked, “Can I watch?” Iris turned, measuring the malevolence in her eyes by the degree to which Marie-Claire drew back. “I am about one step away from clubbing you with a cricket bat,” she hissed. “No you may not watch.” Marie-Claire’s expression took on an almost reverential touch. “Does my brother know you’re so violent?” “He might by the end of the day,” Iris muttered. She picked up her speed.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Iris is not pleasant to live with when she is in ill humor and Daisy is not pleasant to live with when she is in good humor.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“I find her stories quite diverting,” Iris admitted. It was true. They were not terribly well written, but there was something about them that was impossible to put down.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Waistlines were dropping in the capital; the forgiving billows of the Regency style were giving way to something far more structured and uncomfortable. By 1840, Iris predicted, women would be corseted into nothingness.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“collation.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“They sat in silence for several minutes, Richard downing his glass of whiskey while Iris carefully sipped hers. She liked it, she decided. It was hot and cold at the same time. How else could one describe something that burned until it made you shiver?”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Richard saw red. “Do not speak to her in that tone of voice.” “How do mean, like she’s family?”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“crapulence”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“barouche?”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“It was easy to be oneself when the stakes were low.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“If one was always at the eye of the proverbial storm, could one discern the slant of the rain, feel the bite of the wind? Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Richard was to think he could pass off her child as his and not have it rain unhappiness later. If it was a girl, they might make it work, but if Fleur had a boy . . . Clearly they needed to find that girl a husband. Iris still didn’t understand why no one else seemed to see this. Fleur flat out”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Thank you,” she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Damned right I am,” Iris said under her breath. She marched on. It was amazing how empowering a bit of profanity could be. “What will you say to her?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘Are you out of your bloody mind?’” Marie-Claire’s mouth fell open. And then, skipping forward to catch up, she asked, “Can I watch?” Iris turned, measuring the malevolence in her eyes by the degree to which Marie-Claire drew back. “I am about one step away from clubbing you with a cricket bat,” she hissed. “No you may not watch.” Marie-Claire’s expression took on an almost reverential touch. “Does my brother know you’re so violent?”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“It was late. Had he gone out in the dark? Just to pick her a flower? “Thank you,” she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“He let out a grim laugh. Nothing could have been further from the truth. God only knew how long it was going to take for his traitorous body to settle down enough to escort her to supper. Oh yes, that would be genteel. Here, take my arm, but do ignore my raging erection. Someone really needed to invent a better pair of breeches.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“And besides that,” her mother continued, “gentlemen find pleasure in the act that ladies do not.” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Depending on your husband’s appetites—” “Appetites?” There would be food?”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Still, she had no reason to doubt her mother. She frowned, then asked, “Does it hurt?” Mrs. Smythe-Smith’s expression grew serious. “I will not lie to you. It is not particularly comfortable, and it does hurt a great deal the first time. But after that it gets easier, I promise. I find it helps to keep one’s mind occupied. I usually go over the household accounts.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

“Richard looked in horror at the piano. “Oh, no,” Iris quickly assured him. “There will be no music. At least not that I know of. It’s not a concert.” Still, Richard’s eyes widened with panic. Where was Winston and his little balls of cotton when he needed him? “You’re frightening me, Miss Smythe-Smith.”
― Julia Quinn, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy