“You’re smarter than any woman I know, a wee little adding machine in a black dress, and I like that. You’ve got a sharp tongue, and I like that too. You try to save everyone you meet, from your cousin and your brother to hopeless cockups like Gardiner and me, and I like that most of all. So I’m here to take you to dinner. I’m here in a jacket.” Pause. “I hate jackets.”
