" Damned right I am,” Iris said under her breath. She marched on. It was amazing how empowering a bit of profanity could be. “What will you say to her?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘Are you out of your bloody mind?’” Marie-Claire’s mouth fell open. And then, skipping forward to catch up, she asked, “Can I watch?” Iris turned, measuring the malevolence in her eyes by the degree to which Marie-Claire drew back. “I am about one step away from clubbing you with a cricket bat,” she hissed. “No you may not watch.” Marie-Claire’s expression took on an almost reverential touch. “Does my brother know you’re so violent? "
― Julia Quinn , The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy (Smythe-Smith Quartet, #4)