" And you’ll feel sorry for yourself forever because of it, will you,” she said. “A fine figure you are. It’s not enough you have a warm house and a man to black your boots. You’ve food in your belly and a fire to warm your toes. You have clothes and clothes and clothes; you keep your own carriage, ye daft fool! There’s folks who would fall on their knees in thanks to have any of those things, and all you can patter on about is people talking about you and a limp that cuts your fine stride. You can’t even take a bit of sympathy, but keep to your gloom about it.” She flipped one hand at him in disgust. “You’re naught but a spoiled lad. "

― Caroline Linden , What a Rogue Desires (Reece Family Trilogy, #2)