Quotes from Georgette Heyer

You're more prejudiced against Paul Mansell than I've ever known you to be against anyone, said Hannasyde. Not prejudiced,said the Sergeant firmly. I never let myself get prejudiced. All I say is, that he's a nasty, slimy, double-faced tick who'd murder his own grandmother if he saw a bit of money to be got out of it.

Yes, Nicky, but you think I know everything because I never tell you anything I am not quite certain of

You've never been in a scrape yet but what it came about by accident. The thing is, no one else has these accidents.

I daresay you know how it is when one falls into a fit of the dismals; one says things one doesn't mean.

Martin,' interrupted Gervase, 'why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?

It is the tyranny of the weak, isn't it? The weapons being tears, reproaches, vapours, and other such unscrupulous means which are employed by gentle, helpless women like your aunt!

She laughed. 'I hope he will enjoy good sport– though my small experience informs me that catching fish is not necessary for your true angler's enjoyment.' 'Oh, no! But to lose a fish is quite another matter!' 'Certainly! One cannot wonder that it should cast even the most cheerful person into gloom, for it is always such an enormous one that escapes!' 'I begin to think you are yourself an angler, ma'am: you are so exactly right!

For himself, Sir Waldo was resigned to an evening's boredom, denied even the amusement of pursuing his acquaintance with the lady who disapproved of him.

For a perilous moment, she hovered on the brink of losing her temper, but her ever- ready sense of the absurd came to her rescue, and instead of yielding to the impulse to come to points with him she broke into sudden laughter, and said: 'How unhandsome of you to have given me such a set- down, when I had already begged your pardon!' 'How unjust of you to accuse me of giving you a set- down when all I did was to agree with you!' he retorted.

Me, I am not a lady,' announced her grace. 'I have been very well educated, and I will drink port.

He's bookish,' explained Sir Ralph, torn between pride in his son's scholastic attainments and the horrid fear that he had fathered a miscreature. 'Worst seat in the county! But there! No accounting for tastes, eh? Take my daughter, Lizzie! Never opened a book in her life, but rides with a light hand and an easy bit, and handles the reins in form.

Tiffany?' exclaimed Mrs Underhill incredulously. 'Why, she's got no more notion of propriety than the kitchen cat!

She could scarcely help admiring his appearance, but she had not fallen in love with his face, or his figure, and certainly not with his air of elegance. He had considerable charm of manner, but she decided that it was not that either. She thought it might be the humour that lurked in his eyes, or perhaps his smile.

But the thing is that it has provided Mrs Scorrier with a pretext for saying what, I own, has quite sunk my spirits. She told me that Charlotte has a horror of *deformity*, which makes her wish that just now, when she is in a delicate situation, it might have been possible for Aubrey to visit friends.

Tiffany never consciously deviated from the truth, but since she saw everything only as it affected herself the truth was apt to become somewhat distorted.

But to have captivated such a man as Damerel into actually *wishing* to offer for you is a triumph indeed! For he must have mean tot reform his way of life, you know! There was never anything like it, and I don't scruple to own to you, my love that if it had been one of my daughters I should be as proud as a peacock.

Sir, do you know how they were used to fill balloons, and how they now do it?" "No," said Alverstoke. "I've no doubt, however, that I soon shall." He was right. From then on Felix, who had acquired a tattered copy of the History and Practice of Aerostation, maintained a flow of conversation, largely informative, but interspersed with eager questions.

True it is, miss, though I blush to say it! With his own eyes did Totton see him!''He could hardly have seen him with anyone else's eyes!' snapped Miss Trent, her temper fraying.

I don't care! I'd rather walk all the way to London than stay here now!' 'It's an engaging thought,' said Stephen. 'Orphan of the Storm.

It chances that I'd a letter myself by today's post, from Uncle Jonas Henry.' He chuckled. 'Seemingly he's as throng as he can be, and a trifle hackled with me for loitering here. I shall have to post off to Huddersfield next week, sir - and a bear-garden jaw I'll get when I arrive there, if I know Jonas Henry!

Ferdy, who had been standing with his mouth open, staring, suddenly rose superbly to the occasion, and offered his arm to Hero with a graceful bow. 'Let me escort you back to the ballroom!' he said. 'Yes, but- Sherry, you must not mind George's kissing me!' said Hero, looking from one to the other in a little dismay. 'Indeed, there was not the least harm in it, was there, George?' 'Dear Kitten,' promptly replied George, bowing with even more grace than Ferdy, 'there was much pleasure!

I am unreasonable! I know it, but don't tell me so, for I cannot bear it!

means that Charis won't be a penniless bride.' 'Ah!

my debts, sir!' A dreadful thought occurred to him; he stared very hard at his