Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!
Georgette Heyer[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.
Georgette HeyerThose 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?
Georgette Heyer