Book: The Duke and I
Quotes of Book: The Duke and I
In the end, it was the little details of the wedding that Daphne remembered. There were tears in her mother's eyes {and then eventually on her face}, and Anthony's voice had been oddly hoarse when he stepped forward to give her away. Hyacinth had strewn her rose petals too quickly, and there were none left by the time she reached the altar. Gregory sneezed three times before they even got to their vows.And she remembered the look of concentration on Simon's face as he repeated his vows. Each syllable was uttered slowly and carefully. His eyes burned with intent, and his voice was low but true. To Daphne, it sounded as if nothing in the world could possibly be as important as the words he spoke as they stood before the archbishop.Her heart found comfort in this; no man who spoke his vows with such intensity could possibly view marriage as a mere convenience.A shiver raced down Daphne's spine, causing her to sway. In just a moment, she would belong to this man forever.Simon's head turned slightly, his eyes darting to her face. his eyes asked.She nodded, a tiny little jog of her chin that only he could see. Something blazed in his eyes-could it be relief?Gregory sneezed for a fourth time, then a fifth and sixth, completely obliterating the archbishop's "man and wife." Daphne felt a horrifying bubble of mirth pushing up her throat. She pressed her lips together, determined to maintain an appropriately serious facade. Marriage, after all, was a solemn institution, and not one to be treating as a joke.She shot a glance at Simon, only to find that he was looking at her with a queer expression. His pale eyes were focused on her mouth, and the corners of his lips began to twitch.Daphne felt that bubble of mirth rising ever higher.Simon grabbed her with almost desperate arms, his mouth crashing down on hers with a force that drew a collective gasp from the small assemblage of guests.And then both sets of lips-bride and groom-burst into laughter, even as they remained entwined.Violet Bridgerton later said it was the oddest kiss she'd ever been privileged to view.Gregory Bridgerton-when he finished sneezing-said it was disgusting.The archbishop, who was getting on in years, looked perplexed.But Hyacinth Bridgerton, who at ten should have known the least about kisses of anyone, just blinked thoughtfully, and said, "I think it's nice. If they're laughing now, they'll probably be laughing forever." She turned to her mother. "Isn't that a good thing?"Violet took her youngest daughter's hand and squeezed it. "Laughter is always a good thing, Hyacinth. And thank you for reminding us of that."And so it was that the rumor was started that the new Duke and Duchess of Hastings were the most blissfully happy and devoted couple to be married in decades. After all, who could remember another wedding with so much laughter? book-quoteloveThus far, four men had asked for her hand, but when Daphne had thought about living the rest of her days in the company of any of them, she just couldn't do it. There were a number of men she thought might make reasonably good husbands, but the problem was- none of them was interested. Oh, they all her. Everyone liked her. Everyone thought she was funny and kind and a quick wit, and no one thought her the least bit unattractive, but at the same time, no one was dazzled by her beauty, stunned into speechlessness by her presence, or moved to write poetry in her honor. Men, she thought with disgust, were interested only in those women who terrified them. No one seemed inclined to court someone like her. They all adored her, or so they said, because she was so easy to talk to, and she always seemed to understand how a man felt. As one of the men Daphne had thought might make a reasonably good husband had said, "Deuce take it, Daff, you're just not like regular females. You're positively normal. book-quoteShe exhaled, and then looked back to Nigel, who was still lying on the floor, moaning incoherently. Simon looked down, too, and for several seconds they just stood there, staring at the unconscious man, until the girl said, "I really didn't hit him very hard." "Maybe he's drunk." She looked dubious. "Do you think? I smelled spirits on his breath, but I've never seen him drunk before." Simon had nothing to add to that line of thought, so he just asked, "Well, what do you want to do?" "I suppose we could just leave him here," she said, the expression in her dark eyes hesitant. Simon thought that was an excellent idea, but it was obvious she wanted the idiot cared for in a more tender manner. And heaven help him, but he felt the strangest compulsion to make her happy. "Here is what we're going to do," he said crisply, glad that his tone belied any of the odd tenderness he was feeling. "I am going to summon my carriage-" "Oh, good," she interrupted. "I really didn't want to leave him here. It seemed rather cruel." Simon thought it seemed rather generous considering the big oaf had nearly attacked her, but he kept that opinion to himself and instead continued on with his plan. "You will wait in the library while I'm gone." "In the library? But-" "In the library," he repeated firmly. "With the door shut. Do you really want to be discovered with Nigel's body should anyone happen to wander down this hallway?" "His body? Good gracious, sir, you needn't make it sound as if he were dead." "As I was saying," he continued, ignoring her comment completely, "you will remain in the library. When I return, we will relocate Nigel here to my carriage." "And how will we do that?" He gave her a disarmingly lopsided grin. "I haven't the faintest idea."-Daphne & Simon" book-quote
