FALSE COLOURS by Georgeffe Heyer. 317 pages. Dutton. $3.95.
"Marston," the lady inquires of the butler, "has he been getting foxed often?" "Oh, no, ma'am! He has been dipping rather deep, perhaps." Exchanges like this, from the pages of Georgette Heyer's decorous novels, often fox the uninitiated reader too.
But to the vast and steadily growing international legion of Georgette Heyer addicts, everything is as clear as Madeira. She is resorting again to the elegant Regency slang in which she has indefatigably chronicled the goings on of blooded Britons in the age when old King...
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