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I\u2019m a fan of Carola Dunn\u2019s Regencies, and although they don\u2019t all work for me, that\u2019s true of any author, and the writing is always superb, even if I do occasionally want to throttle the hero. But no such difficulties here. Mr Philip Trevelyan is the perfect hero, a man who makes things happen and can always be depended on, and he has almost superhuman powers of restraint, a characteristic which all Regency gentlemen should display but often don\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Here\u2019s the premise: Miss Alison Larkin is living a hand-to-mouth existence in an unfashionable part of London, with a collection of gently eccentric aunts, three small dogs and one great big one (a Newfoundland, who turns out to have a starring role in the story). Another, even more eccentric, aunt returns, newly widowed, from India with her late husband\u2019s fortune in her reticule. She\u2019s determined to spend some of that money on Alison to give her a proper season, and a dowry to boot. None of the aunts is suited to sponsoring her in society, however, so the Nabob aunt engages Lady Emma Grant, the widow of a baron, to launch her.<\/p>\n
At this point the story is the very conventional one of the unsophisticated debutante going through the usual rituals of buying new clothes, learning to dance, attending her first ball, hoping for vouchers from Almack\u2019s and so forth. It\u2019s very resonant of Georgette Heyer\u2019s Arabella, with the beautiful young lady finding herself much sought after, and her suitors unaware of her humble background. The big difference is that Arabella is thought to be an heiress, whereas Alison actually is an heiress. The other principal difference is that Alison has set her heart on marrying a lord. I can\u2019t remember whether any sensible reason was given for this or whether it was merely a whim, but although she understands that it\u2019s unlikely, she is definitely leaning in that direction. Which is why she doesn\u2019t even consider the very attractive Mr Philip Trevelyan, the first eligible man to cross her path in this new life of hers. It doesn\u2019t help, of course, that he displays not the least interest in her, in fact, he seems rather to sneer at this upstart cit his good friend Emma has taken on. It also doesn\u2019t help that the reader\u2019s first sight of him is proposing to Emma (who fortunately turns him down).<\/p>\n
As is the way of books of this era, Alison is pretty enough and lively enough and rich enough to spark a ton of interest from society gentlemen, and several of them are lords, too. There\u2019s attractive but impoverished Lord Kilmore, for a start. Then there\u2019s Alison\u2019s charming cousin, Lord Deverill. And there\u2019s steady but dull Lord Fane. And while Alison is focused on her bevy of lords, she\u2019s slowly coming to depend on Philip, and he\u2019s slowly coming to appreciate all her good points. So far, so predictable, and although her lords deplore the eccentric aunts and unfashionable home address, somehow it doesn\u2019t stop Alison becoming a runaway success and getting those oh-so-important vouchers for Almack\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Now, none of this is enough to set the book much above the readable but unremarkable run of the mill for Regencies of the era. But towards the end, it manages to rise above the average in a most unusual way. This is somewhat spoilerish, so skip to the last paragraph if you don\u2019t want to know any more.<\/p>\n
When the other lords fall by the wayside, for one reason or another, and Lord Fane is the last one left standing, Philip does something quite remarkable. He\u2019s well aware by this time that he wants to marry Alison, but he thinks she sees him merely as an avuncular white knight who rides to her rescue when needed. He thinks, too, that she truly wants to marry a lord. And why shouldn\u2019t she have her wish? So he sets up a house party at his estate, invites Lord Fane and Alison, and leaves them to sort things out between them. As someone says to him, he\u2019s taking a terrible risk, and if this story were to be written nowadays, undoubtedly the hero would muscle his way between heroine and lordly suitor, and do everything in his power to prevent the match. Or he might declare himself, and thus give her the choice. But no, with the true restraint of a Regency gentleman, he stands aside.<\/p>\n
I have to say, though, that while I am totally in awe of such authentic principles, it puts the heroine in a terrible dilemma. It\u2019s the great conundrum of life for a Regency heroine \u2014 does she accept the offer that\u2019s on the table, even if it\u2019s not perfect, or does she hold out for a better (or at least more palatable) offer, which may never happen? If she misjudges, she may end up married to the wrong man, or else left on the shelf altogether. This is why I\u2019m always in favour of giving the heroine the full choice of options, and here her sponsor in society, Lady Emma, should have been alert to the possibility. She should have been whispering in her ear that Lord Fane was not the only man with a serious interest in her. How can Alison make a rational choice without all the information?<\/p>\n
But of course, everything comes right in the end, although not without a little gratuitous melodrama to liven things up, and give the hero the opportunity to show off his heroic tendencies. A lovely read, beautifully written and totally authentic. Highly recommended. Five stars.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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