I was clearing out some old spam comments on my (almost completely) neglected blog and I came across this reply I had made to a friend's compliment...in the style of a Georgette Heyer character:
"Though such approbation ought to bring a maidenly blush to my cheeks, I cannot approve of such fulsome frippery! I do hope we shall have a comfortable coze soon, though I fear I may carry on like an infernal gabster — prosing until you wish me at Jericho! Mr C has been in high dudgeon this last se’ennight, as one of his gaming pursuits has been uncooporative, and this dreadful heat has given me the headache. I have had to keep to my rooms, and have not been able to receive a single caller! I feel sure you understand my distress, and would never be so hard-hearted to say that I was touched in my upper works — though dear Mama has no scruple to say such! Indeed, I am much obliged to you, and hope to see you soon."
I will amuse you with semi-obscure literary allusions -- that's the Sarah L. Crowder guarantee!