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“The youngest Merriville, bursting into the room some time later, found them seated side by side on the sofa. 'Buddle said I wasn't to disturb you, but I knew that was fudge,' he said scornfully. 'Cousin Alverstoke, there is someting I particularly wanted to ask you!' He broke off, perceiving suddenly, and with disfavour, that his Cousin Alverstoke had an arm round Frederica. Revolted by such a betrayal of unmanliness, he bent a disapproving look upon his idol and demanded: 'Why are you cuddling Frederica, sir?'
'Because we are going to be married,' replied his lordship calmly. 'It's obligatory, you know. One is expected to -er - cuddle the lady one is going to marry.'
'Oh!' said Felix. 'Well, I won't ask anyone to marry me , if that's what you have to do! I just say I never thought that you sir would have-' Again he broke off, as a thought struck him. 'Will that make her a - a She-Marquis? Oh, Jessamy, did you hear that? Frederica is going to be a She-Marquis!'
'What you mean is a Marchioness, you ignorant little ape!' replied his austere brother.”
― Georgette Heyer, Frederica

“It has always seemed to me that if one falls in love with any gentleman one becomes instantly blind to his faults. But I am not blind to your faults, and I do not think that everything you do or say is right! Only—Is it being—not very comfortable—and cross—and not quite happy, when you aren’t there?â€� “That, my darling,â€� said his lordship, taking her ruthlessly into his arms, “is exactly what it s!â€� “Ohâ€�!â€� Frederica gasped, as she emerged from an embrace which threatened to suffocate her. “Now I know! I am in love!”
― Georgette Heyer, Frederica

“You know how comfortably you go on as a bachelor, and how very much you would dislike to be tied to a wife’s apron-strings.â€�

He laughed a little ruefully, but denied it. “I shouldn’t dislike being tied to your apron-strings.”
― Georgette heyer, Frederica