(For OBM, and any other fans) Georgette Heyer Appreciation Society

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Thought it was a good idea to start this lw, so we stopped cluttering up the Austen Thread (thanks onebatmother, for the suggestion). But I have only just managed to get around to it, so is there anyone else out there who is keen?

What are your favourites, I love These Old Shades, Devils Cub, The Grand Sophy and Venetia. I also managed to discover a historical novel I didn't know wbout "The Great Roxhythe", unfortunately out of print. When googling, I also managed to find www.georgetteheyer.com, which is a mine of info I didn't know about, esp about her modern novels.

Oh my giddy aunt I just now perused the first page of my book from the circulating library. I will type it out later, to inspire us.

Lady Callmemadam pauses in patting LOs on head when presented by Nurse before bedtime to remind all gels that strawberries were for freckles, she thinks..........

I am a girl of good family and not accustomed to being confined in a cupboard. The broth was good, and luckily circumstances have made it necessary for me to nurse my baby myself (lacking the funds to employ a wet nurse) so he will not starve, but I implore you Mrs Bat to use what influence you have with Miss Ghosty and beg her to appeal to her brother on my behalf. Why should he be free to stroll in the Park and flirt with that lightskirted Slayerette creature while I am immured in a cupboard with my child of shame? And I haven't a penny to my name or a gown to my back. What am I to do?

Slayerette - who are you calling strumpet?

Oooh, who remembers strong and manly Captain John Staple and the comely but sadly tall Nell Stornaway? I've had a thing about toll-gates ever since

La! Ain't that Faro's Daughter?

Lud! I'm wrong it's Friday's Child!
Well call me the wife of a Cit!

Just finished Friday's Child, callmemadam.

Now the brats are unfed (no buttered crab or neat's tongue for them); my house reveals me for the slattern I am; the carriage of my lord PP is imminent - but I have read GH and am comforted.

No, no Miss Rosa; I would never call a poor unfortunate ruined woman a strumpet just because she claims that the dashing Lord

Ghosty is the father of her child. No, 'twas that notorious gamester Mr Ravenscar who called Miss Deb Grantham a strumpet. I heard
she tied him up in her cellar!

i must implore you, no spoilers of Faro's Daughter Miss Slayerette! Or I am undone.

I am desolate, Mrs Bat, to have caused grief to such an one as you. I will retire to the morning room with my copy of Don Juan and my heaving bosom while you discover the delights of Miss Heyer's Romance for yourself.

My dear Miss S! There is no need to cry! It may yet be proven that you are not merely Lord Ghosty's calf-love. Indeed, I predict you will presently be his bride!

Come, come, sit at my feet awhile while I refill my pounce-box and you complete your needlepoint, and I shall -

Miss S! Lord Percy Ghosty approaches, and on horseback! His buckskins and topboots display his excellent legs to their very best advantage! Pinch your cheeks and adjust your cap, missy, and look sharp about it!

His bride! Alack, I am undone. It should be I who stands at his side for the hymeneal rites. Ah, who will pity me, the mother of his child.
Beware, Miss Slayerette, Lord Percy is not what he seems. Indeed, I beg you most earnestly, do not repose your trust in him. He is a blackhearted villain of the deepest dye.

okay rosa

retires for the night with FARO's DAUGHTER!!!!

sorry rather rude of me to take Lord P's nickname then retire! Please feel free to take a similar one, anyone with a fine calf.

Oh oh Oh, you poor poor lamb. 'Tis true, my brother is a terrible terrible man. He has ruined you! And it is of this that I warn my dear friend Miss Slayerette, but she will not believe me!
Come with me, I shall take you to my mama and see what she says.
Oh no, wait, I do not think I can! I do not think she is strong enough for this. And my Papa is as like to go off in an apoplexy.
Oh what SHALL we do?

Percy! How could you? I demand to know what you will do about this most terrible deed of yours?

So Lord Percy has fled the scene, has he? In truth I am not surprised, for when I confronted him with my real identity - Sal Volatile - he realised that The Game was Up! Lady Callmemadam is no more - I stand revealed in my True Colours as mistress of a discreet gaming house: t'was in my back parlour he Ruined Rosa.....

lol it's an easy mistake to make Sal
NOW am really off to bed. too late to read?

Oh I'm so glad you knew that, I was prepared to go through all my GHs (already whizzed through Arabella last night) in search of the Vinegar Lady!

Oh - thank you!

Was quite prepared to do the same Mrs Tweedy!