Quotes from Georgette Heyer

taken out of his control by that best of good fellows, who descended upon them at that moment with Chloë on his arm, having

Lady, you called me a mocker, but for once I do not jest. Hear my solemn promise! I will make you an Englishwoman before a year is gone by. And so seal my bond.' He bent his handsome head quickly, and kissed her lips before she could stop him.

Instead of rising, as a hostess should, and shaking hands, she only turned her head and smiled at him. Lady Denny saw that smile, and, glancing swiftly at Damerel, saw the smile that answered it. As well might they have kissed!

Wolf exchanged objurgations with an Airedale seated in a large touring-car and

Perceiving that she had constituted herself interpreter, M. Plançon opened negotiations with an impassioned plea to be preserved from these mad Englishmen who expected honest Frenchmen to understand their own barbarous language – and this in France, voyez-vous!

When I've worried myself sick, fancying all kinds of things; but then I get to thinking that his lordship is like a cat: fling him anyway you choose, he'll land on his feet!

Lady Mablethorpe shuddered. 'Is she dreadful?' 'She is an impudent strumpet!' said Mr. Ravenscar coldly.

Only that if ever he meets you he will be quite green with jealousy, for you are precisely what he thinks he would like to be – even though you don't study the picturesque in your attire.' He looked thunderstruck for a moment, and ejaculated: 'A Byronic hero – ! Oh, my God! Why, you abominable –

naturally stern and autocratic temper, thus unchecked, should have turned him into a domestic tyrant.

Lord Denville, I regard her ladyship as an angel!' said Mr Horning reverently. 'Oh, no, no, you take too melancholy a view of her case!' Kit assured him. 'We trust she may– with care– enjoy several more years of life, and tolerably good health!' With these optimistic words he smiled sweetly at the stunned poet, and passed into the house.

But if Frederica was aware of my sentiments, and begged Cousin Alverstoke to intervene—!" She shuddered, and clasped her hands tensely together. "You see, he could, Harry! He could arrange for Endymion to be sent abroad, for instance, and then I think I should die. Oh, my dear brother, there's no one to help us but you, and I count on your support!

Mrs Scorrier ought to sit at the bottom of the table,' said Aubrey positively. 'You mean the foot of the table: opposite to the head, you understand,' said Mrs Scorrier instructively. 'Yes, of course,' replied Aubrey, looking surprised. 'Did I say bottom? I wonder what made me do that?

Blister me if I can make head or tail of this coil. Vidal's damned lackeys are as close as a lot of oysters. Y'know, Léonie, the boy's a marvel, so he is. I never could keep a servant who didn't blab all my affairs to the world.

Ay, and what do you think he was doing when I walked in? Reading poetry to her! What a booberkin! I can tell you this, my boy: in my day we'd more rumgumption than to bore a pretty woman into a lethargy!

But it was very stupid of me not to see that of course the friend of Juliana must be this Mary Challoner. It was stupid of you too, Rupert. More stupid.

drive him to Great Russell Street.

As usual, he was richly, if somewhat negligently dressed. Miss Challoner, incurably neat, wondered that a carelessly tied cravat and unpowdered hair could so well become a man. Not a doubt but that the Marquis had an air.

Evelyn says that they are all of them truly good and saintly! Indeed, he described Patience to me as an angel! Well, dearest, I wouldn't for a moment deny that that is – is most admirable, but I find saintly persons excessively uncomfortable, and I cannot live with an angel!

Rupert is a silly boy, like the Prince de Condé! If you do not marry me, Monseigneur, I will not marry anyone!' 'That would be a pity,' he said. 'Mignonne, are you --sure?' She nodded; a tremulous smile curved her lips. 'Oh, Monseigneur, I never thought that you would be so very blind!

the pièce de résistance for most of his guests was the appearance of La Catalani. His lordship described her as being as sharp as a Jew, and Colonel Fremantle had certainly found her so.

grandson characteristically. He found

The sense of struggling through the thickets of a nightmare again swept over her. There was a way out, so her heart's voice cried to her, and could she find it she would find also Damerel, her dear friend. But time was slipping away; in another minute it would be too late; and urgency acted not as a spur but as a creeping paralysis which clogged the mind, and weighted the tongue, and imposed on desperation a blanket of numb stupidity.

It's true I only know what I've read in books, but I've read a great many books.

Damn this curst family nose!' said Ludovic. 'It'll ruin me yet.' 'That's what I'm thinking,' agreed Bundy.