Eccentricity may be diverting, Mama, but it is out of…

“Upon her butler’s announcing the arrival of Mr Ravenscar, Lady Mablethorpe, who had been dozing over a novel from the Circulating Library, sat up…

— Georgette Heyer

“I may have said that I wanted to have an adventure," replied Miss Thane. "But I never said that I wanted to be murdered…

— Georgette Heyer

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

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

— Georgette Heyer

I have seen what comes of being patient," Amanda said with a boding look. "And I have no opinion of it." "What does come…

— Georgette Heyer

“Goodbye!" "Oh, not goodbye!" he protested. "I mean to know you better, Miss Lanyon of Undershaw!" "To be sure, it does seem a pity…

— Georgette Heyer

“he disclosed that he had been set upon by two Bedlamites, both of whom had jumped out from behind a bush, roaring at him…

— Georgette Heyer

Randall laid his hand on Stella's, but only to remove it from his sleeve. "My precious, you really must have some regard for my…

— Georgette Heyer

She stretched out her hand, saying, “Vernon! My dear, what a delightful surprise!” “What’s surprising about it?” he enquired, lifting his black brows. “Didn’t…

— Georgette Heyer

“Nothing more likely,"said Hannasyde. "I've got to try and rattle him." "It's him that'll do the rattling,"said the Sergeant darkly. "he's the nearest thing…

— Georgette Heyer

“Yes, darling, that is quite a nice frock, but the hankerchief is not only the wrong shade of grey, but quite damnably tied. Let…

— Georgette Heyer

“The Viscount stepped into the room. "Came to see if you was dead," he said. "Laid Pom odds you weren't." Lethbridge passed his hand…

— Georgette Heyer

“If you imagine that I have the smallest desire to receive your hand as a reward for having performed a difficult task to your…

— Georgette Heyer

[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!” “Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.

— Georgette Heyer

Do you recall Fred Merriville?” She stared at him. “Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?” “The poor fellow has nothing…

— Georgette Heyer