Madimirez

“Of course he should be punished for doing so! I daresay he has not enough employment. One must remember that he has been used to work and should be made to do so now. It is not at all good for anyone to be perfectly idle.’
‘Very true, ma’am,’ agreed Mr Beaumaris meekly.
Miss Tallant was not deceived. She looked sharply up at him, and bit her lip, saying after a moment: ‘We are speaking of Jemmy!’
‘I hoped we were,’ confessed Mr Beaumaris.”
― Georgette Heyer, Arabella

“I dislike suffering for no purpose. Pain and sacrifice should come to something in the end. It should have meaning.”
― Mimi Matthews, The Matrimonial Advertisement

“He was standing nearer to her than he ever had, and he held her gaze, pausing until her breath was suspended in anticipation of his response. “If I had a wife, she should have access to every paper and book in my house that might possibly interest her. And I would speak with her on any topic she should wish. My protection would be shown in a different, more gallant manner, and not in keeping any knowledge from her that she might wish to gain.”
― JENNIE GOUTET, Philippa Holds Court

“He had scarcely released it when the door opened, and the Honourable Cedric walked in, magnificently arrayed in a brocade dressing-gown of vivid and startling design. ‘What the deuce is the matter?’ he asked plaintively. ‘Never heard such an ungodly racket in my life! Ricky, dear old boy, you ain’t dressed ?’
‘Yes,’ sighed Sir Richard. ‘It is a great bore, however.’
‘But, my dear fellow, it ain’t nine o’clock!’ said Cedric in horrified tones. ‘Damme if I know what has come over you! You can’t start the day at this hour: it ain’t decent!’
‘I know, Ceddie, but when in Rome, one – er – is obliged to cultivate the habits of the Romans. Ah, allow me to present Major Daubenay – Mr Brandon!’
‘Servant, sir!’ snapped the Major, with the stiffest of bows.
‘Oh, how d’ye do?’ said Cedric vaguely. ‘Deuced queer hours you keep in the country!’
‘I am not here upon a visit of courtesy!’ said the Major.
‘Now, don’t tell me you’ve been quarrelling, Ricky!’ begged Cedric. ‘It sounded devilish like it to me. Really, dear boy, you might have remembered I was sleeping above you. Never at my best before noon, y’know. Besides, it ain’t like you!”
― Georgette Heyer, The Corinthian