" Come along,” Miranda said, starting back down the path. Pippin ambled alongside her. “I can see why you wouldn’t want to marry Lord John. His house is dreadful.” Tally concurred. “Such a dreary place.” “Yes, but with the right hand and management, it could be quite respectable,” Felicity said. Miranda’s gaze rolled skyward. The girl was utterly incorrigible. "

― Elizabeth Boyle , This Rake of Mine (Bachelor Chronicles, #2)