Simon Basset Quotes

Daphne felt something wild and wicked take hold. “Let’s walk in the garden,” she said softly. “We can’t.” “We must.” “We can’t.

The dark-haired stranger’s head snapped around. “Daphne? Did he say Daphne?” She drew back, unnerved by his direct question and the rather intense look in his eyes. “Yes.” “Your name is Daphne?” Now she was beginning to wonder if he was an idiot. “Yes.” He groaned. “Not Daphne Bridgerton.” Her face slid into a puzzled frown. “The very one.” Simon staggered back a step. He suddenly felt physically ill, as his brain finally processed the fact that she had thick, chestnut hair. The famous Bridgerton hair. Not to mention the Bridgerton nose, and cheekbones, and— Bugger it all, this was Anthony’s sister! Bloody hell. There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend’s Sister. While he stood there, probably staring at her like a complete idiot, she planted her hands on her hips, and demanded, “And who are you?” “Simon Basset,” he muttered. “The duke?” she squeaked. He nodded grimly. “Oh, dear.

Men are always more interested in a woman if they think other men are interested.” - Simon Basset

The birth of Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset, Earl Clyvedon, was met with great celebration. Church bells rang for hours, champagne flowed freely through the gargantuan castle that the newborn would call home…

Erkeklerin inatçı olduğunu söyleyenler,keçilere hakaret etmiş olurlar.

Simon korkutucu bir görünüme bürünmek için,düşünceli bir şekilde çenesini sıvazladı. "Son derece rahatsız edici genç bir kadınsınız,Bayan Bridgerton,bunu biliyor muydunuz?" Daphne ona bakarak hafifce gülümsedi. "Çoğu kişi beni iyi niyetli ve sevimli biri olarak tanımlar." "Çoğu kişi," dedi Simon sertçe, "aptaldır!

For Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset would not spend his life as Earl Clyvedon. That was a mere courtesy title. Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset—the baby who possessed more names than any baby could possibly need—was the heir to one of England’s oldest and richest dukedoms. And his father, the ninth Duke of Hastings, had waited years for this moment

The birth of Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset, Earl Clyvedon, was met with great celebration.

For Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset would not spend his life as Earl Clyvedon. That was a mere courtesy title. Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset—the baby who possessed more names than any baby could possibly need—was the heir to one of England’s oldest and richest dukedoms.

A door in the back opened, and a sixtysomething man the same faded brown color as much of his merchandise emerged carrying a tray with tea and pastries. Not tall, gently rotund, and owning a long face bracketed by drooping earlobes, Simon Levair resembled nothing so much as a contented basset hound.

Die Geburt von Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranulph Basset, Earl of Clyvedon, gab Anlass zu großen Feierlichkeiten.