She's rather desperate to marry the lot of you off, isn't she?" "All I know,"...

She's rather desperate to marry the lot of you off, isn't she?" "All I know," Anthony said with a shrug, "is that my mother invited so many eligible women last time that she had to go down to the vicar's and beg his sixteen-year-old son to come up for supper." Kate winced. "I think I met him." "Yes, he's painfully shy, poor fellow. The vicar told me he had hives for a week after ending up seated next to Cressida Cowper at supper." "Well, that would give anyone hives." Anthony grinned. "I knew you had a mean streak in you." "I'm not being mean!" Kate protested. But her smile was sly. "It was nothing more than the truth." "Don't defend yourself on my account." He finished the tea; it was bitterly strong from having sat in the pot for so long, but the milk made it almost palatable. Setting the cup down, he added, "Your mean streak is one of the things I like best about you." "Goodness," she muttered, "I should hate to know what you like least."
-Kate & Anthony