“Harcourt sent my book to Evelyn Waugh and his comment was: “If this is really the unaided work of a young lady, it is a remarkable product.” My mother was vastly insulted. She put the emphasis on if and lady. Does he suppose you’re not a lady? she says.”
“My mother says often enough that a young lady with my improper attitude can only come to ruin. I hope she's right.”
“My lady, it is the lady empress Sextilia Augusta, mother to—’ ‘She knows to whom I am mother. The entire world knows to whom I am mother. The entire world shares my shame.’ The empress’s voice was sharp”
“She was being like those bratty girls in movies from the 1980s, and my mom kept saying "Young Lady" after every sentence.”
“Slow down, my lady. You’re going to injure yourself!”“Not myself,” she muttered. “Your laird,more likely.”
“She called me ‘my lady,’ ” she told him in a plaintive voice. “I don’t know who that is. I’m no lady.” The last of his fury faded away to be replaced with a quick gleam. He peered under the sheet. “I can attest to that.”