Five Days with a Duke Quotes

“Iris rolled her eyes. “Uncle Connnnelll, a woman won’t be with a man who doesn’t have the courage to tell her he loves her.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“If you wish to school ladies on how to win the affections—”
“The heart.”
“—of a duke,” he continued over that interposition, “do besure to advise them that they need not just know what pastimes to take part in, but that they actually do take part.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“I don’t see how playing billiards with you offers me anything more than simply speaking on it.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Ah, but that is the lesson, then, isn’t it?”
She faltered.
In so many ways.
In every way.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“Well, no one said cold Englishmen know a thing when it comes to matters of the heart.” With the life he’d lived, Connell himself had proven as much.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“Trust me, love, gentlemen far prefer a lady with her own mind.” Connell grabbed the pipe and a narrow tubing from his desk and proceeded to clean out remnants of ash and tobacco. It was her turn to snort. “You think I’m wrong?” he asked, filling the pipe and meticulously packing it. Constance sat forward. “I know you’re wrong.” And yet, Constance had never been conventional by Society’s standards, and that had not gathered her a single suitor.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re willing—”
“Five days.” Hmph. “Well, that seems rather arbitrary, Your Grace.”
“Are you familiar with the numerology of the number five?”
She blinked slowly. “I… uh… No.”
“The number five generally indicates a person who is full of energy and yet unable to channel it responsibly. That is you.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“Are you laughing at me, Your Grace?”
“Do you take me as one given to fits of hilarity?”
“No,” she allowed. “You don’t. You look altogether different than…”
“Different than what, Lady Constance?”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke

“He thinned his eyes into razor slits and took a step toward Constance Brandley. “Let us be clear, madam. ‘Company’ implies one who is invited, one who is welcome.” Of course the chit didn’t back away. She angled her chin up in a like, defiant fury, and his annoyance only burned hotter. “You, in fact, are neither. Not for me. And…” He flicked an icy stare over her. “I suspect not for anybody.” She gasped. He continued over that indignant outrage. “Furthermore, if you are very interested in exchanging lessons on propriety and manners, let your first one be to advise you against visiting bachelor gentlemen.” There was a beat of silence. “All bachelors.” He puzzled his brow. “It’s just, you said you’d advise me against paying visits to bachelor gentlemen.” As she prattled, he searched for—and failed to find—any indication that she jested. “When in actuality, a woman concerned with propriety should steer clear of not just gentlemen bachelors, but all bachelors.” The termagant worked her gaze up and down his person. “Your inability to acknowledge those men outside the peerage is no doubt a product of your ducal status. Of course,” she tacked on.”
― Christi Caldwell, Five Days with a Duke