Of Course She Is A Fool, But

Miss Grantham Gave A Shriek. 'you Have Trifled With Me!' She Said, Into The Folds Of Her Handkerchief. 'you Promised Me Marriage, And Now You Mean To Cast Me Off For Another!

I Wish You Did Return My Regard," He Said. "more Than I Have Ever Wished Anything In My Life! Perhaps You May Yet Learn To Do So: I Should Warn You That I Don't Easily Despair!

His Grace Was At Her Side, And Lifted Her Down From The Chair. "my Enfant," He Said , "duchesses Do Not Dance On Chairs, Nor Do They Call Their Brothers 'imbécile'." Léonie's Twinkled Irrepressibly. "i Do," She Said Firmly.

Oh, 'tis Not My Qualities They Object To! 'tis My Lack Of Vice.

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.