The title page bears a minette portrait of the Duke being crowned by the hand of an ideal figure of Chicago, and below are the coat-of-arms and motto of the Duke's house.

We reached the Point just as a flood of sunset light was dripping from the heavens, staining the lagoon an ominous, sanguinary hue.

Her liaison with Selwyn's father, whom she never lived with en famille, dissolved before their son was one year old, leaving the dadless lads to the care of a spinster nanny named Jane, who flagellated them with her single, dire bit of wisdom: that they could never know how lucky they were, never to endure the supreme pain of childbirth.

I leave that to your discretion.