"Your brother's Miles Rochester?" Robert asked, quite dumbfounded. "I must congratulate you then, Miss Rochester. Will you let me shake your hand?" He extended his. "Really! I never know whether to laugh or feel ashamed when I read 'em. That last one- oh, where the hero turned out to be better at looking like a hero than actually being one, and his sister had to rescue him from all the torouble he'd gotten into! Fantastic stuff! I've noticed, though, that the women get all the best lines. The men never get any. It's a devilish sad state of affairs for my own sex."