I don't know how it is...but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.

[He was aware] of the value of the word of praise dropped at exactly the right moment; and he would have thought himself extremely stupid to withhold what cost him so little and was productive of such desirable results.

Spread the glad tidings that it will not disappoint Miss Heyer's many admirers. Judging from the letters I've received from obviously feeble-minded persons who do so wish I would write another These Old Shades, it ought to sell like hot cakes. I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense, but it's questionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter, or recovering from flu. Its period detail is good; my husband says it's witty---and without going to these lengths, I will say that it is very good fun.

I do not want a boy. I only want Monseigneur!

The charm of your society, My Sparrow, lies in not knowing what will you say next - though one rapidly learns to fear the worst!

She decided that her wisest course would be to put him out of her mind. After reaching this conclusion she lay thinking about him until at last she fell asleep.

Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.