As for the fan, she agreed that it was a most amusing trifle: just what she would wish to buy for herself, if it had not been so excessively ugly!
Georgette HeyerI don't know what you may have seen fit to tell her, Venetia, but so far as I understand it you could think of nothing better to do than to beguile her with some farrago about wishing Damerel to strew rose-leaves for you to walk on!" Damerel, who had resumed his seat, had been staring moodily into the fire, but at these words he looked up quickly. "Rose-leaves?" His eyes went to Venetia's face, wickedly quizzing her. "But my dear girl, at this season?" "Be quiet, you wretch!" she said, blushing.
Georgette HeyerWill you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!
Georgette HeyerYou're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!
Georgette HeyerDo you forget that I am your sister?โ โNo; Iโve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.
Georgette HeyerShe stretched out her hand, saying, โVernon! My dear, what a delightful surprise!โ โWhatโs surprising about it?โ he enquired, lifting his black brows. โDidnโt you ask me to come?โ The smile remained pinned to Lady Buxtedโs lips, but she replied with more than a touch of acidity: โTo be sure I did, but so many days ago that I supposed you had gone out of town!โ โOh, no!โ he said, returning her smile with one of great sweetness.
Georgette Heyer