Oh, 'tis Not My Qualities They Object

I Comfort Myself With The Reflection That Your Wife Will Possibly Be Able To Curb Your Desire--i Admit, A Natural One For The Most Part--to Exterminate Your Fellows.

[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear Sir!” “mine Is Erratic,” He Said Imperturbably. “i Remember Only What Interests Me.

I Was Under The Impression That I Warned You That In London Country Ways Will Not Do, Frederica!” “you Did!” She Retorted. “and Although I Can’t Say That I Paid Much Heed To Your Advice It So Happens That I Am Accompanied Today By My Aunt!” “who Adds Invisibility To Her Other Accomplishments!

Those 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?

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.