Heyer, Georgette, 1902-1974

"Apparently God has still got a down on us: Ronald took to his bed last week, with an atack of 'flu-[?]-tonsillitis. In fact, it was very nearly quinsy. So I caught a nice cold- just to round things off..."

"Well, we are home again, but misfortune still dogs our footsteps. Richard spent the entire fortnight at Cleeve Hill in bed, running an erratic and incomprehensible temperature..."

"You'll deal with this better than I could, I feel. It was sent on to me from Kingswood..."

"Sorry! I was busy, and just shoved the contracts into an envelope, and sent them off to you. There is really no news. We are more or less marking time..."

"Oh! Well, yes, we are being heard by a Commissioner, but it seems to me much the same thing. It will depend on what he says (supposing him to give it against us) whether we take it farther..."

"Fancy the Shades earning some more money for us in options! Do I have to split with Heinmann, or not? What a moment to think of making an expensive costume film! The world is full of fools..."

"Many thanks for the cheque. I think the [?] food, don't you think? Why on Earth are people suddenly buying P. and Parch and Be[?], I wonder?..."

"Many thanks for your letter. Yes, it is a weight off our minds, nor can we think, looking at the brat, that anything very dire is to develop. He looks splendid!..."

"The latest verdict is that Richard is on the up and up, and will, all going well, be ready to return to scahool in about three weeks' time. That is, if he doesn't develop mumps in the meantime..."

"Our letters crossed. Poor men! No sooner do you get word to one title than another is flung at you. But there aren't too parts after all..."