Emily Fox-Seton: Being the Making of a Marchioness and the Methods of Lady Walderhurst

“She was all in pink, and a wreath of little pink wild roses lay close about her head, making her, with her tall young slimness, look like a Botticelli nymph.””

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

“I am almost ashamed to answer,' she said. 'As I have said before, EmilyFox-Seton has become the lodestar of my existence. I cannot live withouther. She has walked over to Maundell to make sure that we do not have adinner-party without fish to-night.''She has _walked_ over to Maundell,' said Lord Walderhurst--'afteryesterday?''There was not a pair of wheels left in the stable,' answered LadyMaria. 'It is disgraceful, of course, but she is a splendid walker, andshe said she was not too tired to do it. It is the kind of thing sheought to be given the Victoria Cross for--saving one from a dinner-partywithout fish.'The Marquis of Walderhurst took up the cord of his monocle and fixed theglass rigidly in his eye.'It is not only four miles to Maundell,' he remarked, staring at thetable-cloth, not at Lady Maria, 'but it is four miles back.””

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

“He felt the scent and the golden glow of the sunset light as intensely as he felt the dead silence which reigned between himself and Hester almost with the effect of a physical presence.””

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

“The obsession which is called Love is an emotion past all explanation. The persons susceptible to its power are as things beneath a spell. They see, hear, and feel that of which the rest of their world is unaware, and will remain unaware for ever.””

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

“And kissed her trembling honest mouth almost as if he had been a man”

— Frances Hodgson Burnett