Sullying Heyer

I feel funny reading Georgette Heyer books with my slash glasses on, since the hero and the heroine usually suit one another better than either of them suits anybody else in the book. (In fact, they often seem to be the only two sane people in the book's universe.)

Having said that, I just finished re-reading The Unknown Ajax, and it's hard to avoid having my mind filled with scenes like this:

"Oh, my," breathed Vincent.

"Nay, lad," Hugo expostulated. "'Tis only proportional!"