Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!
Georgette HeyerThere is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.
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 HeyerShe bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.
Georgette HeyerSir Richard sighed. "Rid yourself of the notion that I cherish any villainous designs upon your person," he said. "I imagine I might well be your father. How old are you?" "I am turned seventeen." "Well, I am nearly thirty," said Sir Richard. Miss Creed worked this out. "You couldn't possibly be my father!" "I am far too drunk to solve arithmetical problems. Let it suffice that I have not the slightest intention of making love to you.
Georgette Heyer