Quotes from Georgette Heyer

The whole pack of them were lying, one way or another, some to shield others, some from fear.

Damn it, he was in here with the door locked!' Stephen said. 'He can't have been stabbed'.

Of course he should be punished for doing so! I daresay he has not enough employment. One must remember that he has been used to work and should be made to do so now. It is not at all good for anyone to be perfectly idle.' 'Very true, ma'am,' agreed Mr Beaumaris meekly. Miss Tallant was not deceived. She looked sharply up at him, and bit her lip, saying after a moment: 'We are speaking of Jemmy!' 'I hoped we were,' confessed Mr Beaumaris.

I should find that sort of thing most disconcerting! Manna, too! I've never been able to discover what kind of food that was, but I am persuaded I shouldn't like it, even if I were starving, and it was suddenly dropped on me, which I think extremely unlikely.

No one had ill- treated her; she had been suffocated with loving kindness

It didn't last. She read a bit in some evening paper about proper dieting, and she's gone all lettucey. Nuts, too. That's why I'm here. There's a filthy beverage you drink for breakfast instead of coffee. I thought not, so I cleared out.

A man whose raiment attracted attention, had said Mr Brummell, was not a well-dressed man.

It may seem famous to you,' retorted Elinor, with some tartness, 'but I can assure you it does not to me! I have not the smallest desire to be married to your odious cousin!

You'd have to be uncommonly disguised to fancy I should take your wife to live with my grandmother if I'd any dishonourable intentions!' retorted Mr Ringwood.

He was a very elegant young gentleman, of engaging address, and fashionable appearance. His glossy brown locks were brushed into the Windswept style; the points of his collar reached his cheek- bones; his neckcloth was fearfully and wonderfully tied;

is my very ardent desire to be permitted to pay my addresses to you

God knew she would ask nothing better than to be his wife, but she had sense enough to know that nothing but unhappiness could result from it. If he had loved her, if she had been of his world, approved by his family – but it was useless to speculate on the impossible.

You mustn't frown, Venetia, never in my presence, at all events!

She dared not meet his eyes, however, and very nearly broke down again when he said, after a moment's scrutiny; 'My loved one, I left you in a high state of preservation! What has been happening here?' She moved away, saying: 'Do I look hagged? I am - I am rather tired.

She gathered up the reins, and signed to her tiger to jump up behind.

Indulged almost from the hour of her birth; endowed not only with beauty but with a considerable independence as well; encouraged to think herself a matrimonial prize of the first stare, Tiffany had come to regard every unattached man's homage as her due.

Don't keep on hovering round me, Spiddle! I can't abide hoverers!

The dinner, which consisted of a broiled fowl with mushrooms, preceded by a dressed lobster and a delicacy of cockscombs served in wine-sauce, and followed by a pupton of pears, in the old style, and a trifle, was excellently cooked, and earned the Viscount's praise.

you had as well go rabbit-hunting with a dead ferret as try to get past his butler!

Miss Trent thought that she had seldom seen Patience in such good looks, and reflected that nothing became a girl so well as a glow of pleasurable excitement. She was inevitably dimmed by Tiffany, who was in great beauty, and wearing a dashing bonnet with a very high crown and a huge, upstanding poke framing her face, but there was something very taking about her countenance; and her eyes, though lacking the brilliance of Tiffany's, held a particularly sweet expression.

I should be astonished to learn that he regards me as anything other than a dowdy schoolgirl! Yes, I should be too,' agreed the Job's comforter on the other side of the table.

Lord Damerel said that he knew well that it would be *infamous* to take advantage of you, when you knew nothing about the world and had never been beyond Yorkshire, or met any other men - well, only Mr Yardley! - so that you were almost *bound* to have fallen in love with him, and how *could* you understand what it would mean to be married to a man of his reputation?

But not even Mrs Underhill's evident admiration reconciled him to the prospect of dining in her house. He described her as a vulgar mushroom, and wondered that his cousins should not have kept her at a proper distance.

I am very much obliged to my uncle, but the thought that he might find another way of rescuing me from my dear rake puts me in the liveliest dread!