" He had always liked to put a name to what he wanted.
It was not a name with which he was familiar. In fact he would have missed the times they'd spoken it before because it would have sounded as if they were saying l'idéal, a thought that made him smile faintly. Physically, at least, she was his own ideal. And even her dislike of him provided a distraction from his darker thoughts and troubles. "

― Susanna Kearsley , Bellewether