Quotes from Georgette Heyer

Morals and medicine warred within his breast, and medicine won the day- but I dare say morals may give him a sleepless night.

My dear girl, don't talk nonsense to me! You're lazy, that's all that's wrong with you. Why don't you take up social work?

God knows I'm no saint, but I don't think I'm more of a sinner than any other man.

How the deuce would you know the right way to go on if you was never taught anything but the wrong way?

I comfort myself with the reflection that your wife will possibly be able to curb your desire - I admit, a natural one for the most part - to exterminate your fellows.

Who is he, the ill-disposed gentleman in pink? inquire the Comte, when they were out of earshot. A creature of no importance, shrugged Philip. So I see. Yet he contrives to arouse your anger.? Yes, admitted Philip. I do not like the color of his coat.

I liked that young man, did not you? There was something particularly pleasing about his manners, which I thought very easy and frank. He has an air of honest manliness, too, which, in these days of fribbles and counter-coxcombs, I own I find refreshing!

Sophy, strongly practical, could not feel that Mr. Fawnhope would make a satisfactory husband, for he lacked visible means of support, and was apt, when under the influence of his Muse, to forget such mundane considerations as dinner-engagements, or the delivery of important messages.

Don't you dare call me arrogant!If ever I had any at all-which I deny!- how much could I possibly have left after having been ridden over rough-shod by you and Thomas, do you imagine?

since he was himself of a forthright disposition he was inclined to like Sophy's frank, open manners, and obstinately refused to agree that she put herself forward unbecomingly. He did not think that she put herself forward at all, which made it difficult to see just how it was that she contrived to introduce quite a new atmosphere into the house.

They used to say of me that I'd as many lucky escapes as Harry Smith!' 'Shouldn't be at all surprised: I've seen one of 'em myself,' Brough said cryptically.

Do you have a husband concealed about you?

Oh, Randall, don't be such a vile beast! I don't think much of that,he said critically. Amiable snake was much better.

Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?

Only trust me! You have fallen into a fit of despondency and there is not the least need! In fact, nothing could be more fatal, in any predicament! It encourages one to suppose that there is nothing to be done, when a little resolution is all that is wanted to bring matters to a happy conclusion.

Well aware that to bring the voice of sober reason to bear upon the exaggerations of agitated females was both fruitless and perilous, Freddy wisely let this pass...

What brings you here, Kit? No wish to offend you, but not quite the thing, you know!' Her lip trembled. She replied with a catch in her voice: 'I am running away!' 'Oh, running away!' said Mr Standen, satisfied.

Let me tell you, my girl, that I'm swallowing no more of your insults! And if I hear another word from you in disparagement of the Corinthian set it will be very much the worse for you!

I'm not talking nonsense, lass. I'd give you the whole of the moon if I could, and throw in the stars for good measure,' he said, taking her hand, and kissing it. 'You couldn't be content with less?

How is this? she demanded I had thought a Marquis must always be acceptable! That, Miss Merriville, Depends on the Marquis!

You've no more for me than I have for you." Considerably disconcerted by this direct attack, she stammered: "How can you say so? When I am sure I have always been most sincerely attached to you!" "You deceive yourself, sister: not to me, but to my purse!

Oh, Philippe, thou are a rogue. So I have been told. Presumably because I am innocent of the slightest indiscretion. Curious. No one dubs you rogue who so fully merit the title. But I, whose reputation is spotless, am necessarily a wicked one and a deceiver. I shall write a sonnet on the subject. Ah, no! begged Saint-Dantin in alarm. Your sonnets are vile, Philippe! So let us have no more verse from you, I pray!

I will not listen to your verse on an empty stomach! declared the Vicomte. You have no soul, said Philippe sadly. But I have a stomach, and it cries aloud for sustenance. I weep for you, said Philip. Why do I waste my poetic gems upon you?

I never drive when I can ride," said his lordship indifferently. "I make no doubt at all that had I been Mary Challoner you would have been glad enough to have borne me company!" The Marquis was snuffing one of the candles, but he looked up at that, and there was a glint in his eye. "That, my dear, is quite another matter," he said.