Gaudy Night (Lord Peter Wimsey, #12)

by Dorothy L. Sayers

But I was born there, and I shall be sorry if I live to see the land sold for ribbon-building and the Hall turned over to a Hollywood Color-Talkie king.” “Lord Saint-George wouldn’t do that, would he?” “I don’t know, Harriet. Why shouldn’t he? Our kind of show is dead and done for. What the hell good does it do anybody these days? But he may care more than he thinks he does.”