Being between library books, I was, of necessity, forced to pull out my Georgette Heyer Omnibus.
Five Regency Romances, written between 1926 and 1957.
I picked the book of books up at the ongoing library discontinued book sale, and pull it out when I need something to fill the gaps.
They're different and fun. A departure from the norm.
They also tend to leave strange words and phrases lingering long after the 30-something rich Duke or Earl has overcome a class barrier to marry the poor but feisty distant cousin, having first set out to wed a suitable female of his mother's or sister's choosing and at their urging ...
Does it signify?
It doesn't signify, although I must own it's excessively handsome of you.
Dash it, you Rogue!
Pray, come in!
Good God! He's raving mad!
Depend upon it, things have come to such a pass that I am obliged to make my way, without further consideration to the library. Only think of my poor reputation!