Quotes About Etiquette

Lady Winwood being denied, the morning caller inquired with some anxiety for Miss Winwood, or, in fact, for any of the young ladies.

You'll dine with us, Comte? And you, Anthony? I trespass on your hospitality! Armand protested. Devil a bit, man! said Rupert. It's Avon's hospitality you trespass on, and our patience.

Levity was ever your besetting sin,' he said severely. 'Let me tell you that it is not at all becoming in a female! It leads you into talking a deal of improper nonsense.

Does it occur to *you*, Miss Lanyon, that although i have twice been on the verge of it, I have not yet offered for you? Being now safe from interruption, will you do me the honour, ma'am -' 'Good! You haven't gone to bed yet,' said Aubrey, suddenly re-entering the room. 'I have had a most excellent notion!' 'This,' said Damerel wrathfully, 'is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

Do you know,' she said slowly, 'I have just thought – Mr Beaumaris, something tells me that Lady Bridlington may not like this dear little dog!' Mr Beaumaris waited in patient resignation for his certain fate to descend upon him.

But it is infamous that they have not told you!' declared Eustacie. 'Je n'en reviendrai jamais!' 'If it's all the same to you, miss, I'd just as soon you'd talk in a Christian language,' said Mr. Stubbs.

A delicately nurtured female (unless all the books lied) would have swooned from the shock of being kissed by a strange man, or at the very least would have been cast into the greatest affliction, her peace cut up, her spirits wholly overpowered. What she would not have done was to have stayed to bandy words with her wolfish assailant. Nor would she have been conscious of a feeling of exhilaration. Venetia was very conscious of it.

Mr Fawnhope, shaking hands with Lady Ombersley, asked whither she was bound. She told him, Merton, and he said elliptically: 'Statutes, Nolumus leges Angliae mutari.' 'Very likely', said Lady Ombersley almost tartly.

Then you,' said Sophy, 'are Lord Charlbury!' He bowed. 'I am, and I perceive that my fame has gone before me. I own, I should not have chosen to figure in your mind as the man with mumps, but so, I see, it is!

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.

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!

In a nobler age one could have answered such impertinence by jostling his lordship as he stood holding open the door, so that he would have been obliged to demand a meeting. Or did one, even in that age, refrain from jostling people in doorways when a lady was present?

Of all the abominable abbreviations I think Carrie the most repulsive!

He wore very tight Inexpressibles, and very high and rigidly starched shirt-points, which made it hard for him to turn his head; and when he bowed a slight creaking betrayed that a swelling paunch was confined by stays.

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!

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?

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!

Of all the questions in the world I believe What are you thinking about? to be the most impertinent.

A la gente que empieza una frase con personalmente, y siempre son mujeres, deberían arrojarla a los leones. Es una costumbre repulsiva.

found little to say beyond the merest commonplace throughout supper, but this silence passed unnoticed in the spate of Lord Bridlington's

Mrs Tallant crushed these budding hopes. 'Full dress, to be sure, my dear: satin, I daresay. Feathers, of course. I do not know if hoops are still worn at Court. Lady Bridlington is to make your sister a present of the dress, and I know I may depend upon her to choose just what is right. Come, my dears! If we are to call upon your uncle on our way home it is high time we were off!

What a stupid thing to say!' remarked Sophy. 'Naturally there are, but not, I hold, when one is dressing for dinner. Who is she?' 'Miss Wraxton: Charles is betrothed to her, and Mama sent to warn me a few minutes ago that she is dining here tonight. We had all of us forgotten it in the bustle of your arrival.

In any event, I could hardly have remained, when his lordship was suddenly called away, could I?' 'No, your grace. Particularly seeing as how you wasn't wishful to.

thought. Lady Bridlington gives an