He gave her a sly, sideways look. “Did youbring it?””My list? Heavens, no. What can you be thinking?”His smile widened. “I brought mine.”Daphne gasped. “You didn’t!””I did. Just to torture Mother. I’m going peruse it right in front of her, pull out my quizzing glass—””You don’t have a quizzing glass.”He grinned—the slow, devastatingly wicked smile that all Bridgerton males seemed to possess. “I bought one just for this occasion.””Anthony, you absolutely cannot. She will kill you. And then, somehow, she’ll find a way to blame me.””I’m counting on it.
Julia Quinn, The Duke and I