Right after I call formula, something really odd changes. In this book, the Tribbles are either useless and uninformed, or harpooning everyone's desired success. It is hilarious.
This time, they are charged with finding a husband for an heiress named Fiona who is already perfect in every way. They are told by her guardians (who beat her) that she has scared away a number of suitors, and it just can't go on anymore. They're in charge of her money until she marries or reaches her majority, and fear that people will think they're trying to keep their hands on the purse strings.
They are truly loathsome people, but this is the one thing about them with which I could sympathise. They didn't want her money. On the other hand, they also just wanted to get shot of her, so I guess that cancels that out.
Because Fiona is so accomplished as a traditional accomplished woman of the time must be, the Tribbles get complacent. A good match comes along, and they just usher him in to propose without a chaperone. Fiona tells him that her father was in trade--which was damning--and when that wasn't enough, she told him she wasn't a virgin. This is not true, and causes trouble later.
She also rocks the boat by socialising with Lord Peter Havard, a reputed rake whom her guardians explicitly crossed off the list. The Tribbles utterly fail to move her on to someone else, so they're relieved when it all works out.
It was kind of weird, though. Before, it was Tribbles (and just about everyone) versus Felicity, who was very clearly in the wrong most of the time. Reader sympathy was with the Tribbles, although Felicity engendered at least enough for readers to want her to marry the man she loved and be happy.
In this book, it's Fiona who had all of my sympathy. The Tribbles were caught up with their own incredibly selfish concerns, more than before, and they failed Fiona at least once, possibly more than that. So when they tried to keep Fiona and Havard apart, it didn't feel right. I liked the Tribbles, so them neglecting her wasn't so bad, but when they came in direct conflict, I felt like I was cheering for the wrong team, but had zero inclination to change my flag.
I don't know. Still, that uncertainty made me enjoy it more, because I thought deeper about what I was reading.