Where do you prefer to sit, Sir?' (Lady Alexandra to William, the Duke, during her mail-order bride interview.).

The only thing he was sorry for was slamming the door and perhaps raising his voice to the woman who'd been like a mother to him since the passing of his parents. Perhaps she hadn't really deserved his reaction, but he was, justifiably, weary of their meddling and hearing about his father's will. Apparently no suitable maiden was going to appear on his doorstep. He seemed to be looking for a needle in a haystack.

Al he knew was that he'd never met anyone who caused him to doubt and to hope as much as she did.