Trying to get rid of an undesirable suitor:
"Lord Howley," (Azalea) said. "Why don't you tell the King about that marvelous three-party system you were explaining earlier? He'd love to hear it."
Lord Howley pushed a branch out of his face. "I don't think he likes me very much," he said.
"He's that way to everyone. Besides--" Azalea clasped her hands together, still beaming. "It would impress him!"
"Do you think so?" Lord Howley brightened.
"Oh, yes. He loves it when people tell him how to run the country."
When Azalea falls into the stream and is rescued by Lord Bradford:
"Are you all right?" he said. Water dripped down his face and long nose.
He's talking to you! her mind yelled. He's talking to you! Say something clever! Say something clever!
Azalea said, "Mffloscoflphus?"
When Azalea blacks out:
"What happened?" said Clover, wetting a cloth in the basin, and dabbing Azalea's face.
"She had a sort of fit," said the King. "I think her underthings may be laced too tightly."
All the girls, including Azalea, blushed brilliantly.
"Sir," said Eve. "You're not supposed to know about the U word!"
"Am I not? Forgive me."
Just after Azalea hides in the closet to avoid Fairweller:
When the door jangled closed, Azalea burst from the closet.
"Good heavens," said Mr. Bradford. "There's a lady in my coat closet."
Clover recounting to Azalea the story of when a lady wanted her (Clover) to deliver a love letter to Fairweller:
"What did Fairweller say? When you delivered the note?"
"Oh," said Clover, calming a little. "Well . . . nothing, actually. I sort of . . . accidentally . . . tore it to pieces."
"Accidentally," Azalea echoed.
"And threw it in the fire," said Clover.
And, to further whet your appetite, here is one last excerpt, from when the sisters discover the magical place they escape to in order to dance each night: