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First published January 1, 1946
‘Dear old fellow!’ said Miss Beccles, fondly regarding the faithful hound, who had followed her into the room, and now sat on his haunches, with his ears laid flat, and an expression on his face of vacuous amiability. ‘I am sure he is not a nasty fierce dog, are you, Bouncer?’ Bouncer at once assumed the mien of a foolishly sentimental spaniel, and began to pant.A fun and light Heyer novel, with a villain who turned out to be unexpectedly intriguing in the end. Read for the witty dialogue, not for the mystery or romance.
"You must not think that you will be lonely...{f}or we shall come and visit you."
She thanked {Nicky}, but turned once more to Carlyon. "And what is to be done about Mrs Macclesfield?' she asked.
"It is very uncivil of us, no doubt, but I am inclined to think that we shall do best to let Mrs Macclesfield pass out of our lives without embarking on explanations which cannot be other than awkward," he replied.
"it is my very ardent desire to be permitted to pay my addresses to you"
"Do you know, it has of late become an ambition of mine to hear my name on your lips instead of my title"
He pranced ahead of her down the long stone-paved corridor that led to the kitchens. Nothing could have exceeded his affability there, but only Elinor's persuasion induced Mrs. Barrow to bestow a plate of scraps on him. She said that he had already had a shoulder of mutton designed for Elinor's own dinner. But the sagacious hound listened to Elinor's reproaches with an expression compounded by innocence and such gnawing hunger that she found it hard to believe such a thing of him, and insisted that he should be bed. There was nothing in the manner in which he disposed of his portion to lend the least colour to the allegation made against his character.
Barking like a fiend, [Bouncer] launched himself upon the intruder.Upon checking the dog's attack, he then embarks upon a running commentary of such foppish flippancy that Sir Percy Blakeney himself would be impressed. He is beautifully, captivatingly in control of every situation thence. The entire second-to-last chapter is basically his monologue, in which he tells Carlyon Francis feels like he slithered in from some other, more exciting novel.
The exquisite gentleman whirled about at the first bark, and as Bouncer came at full-tilt across the ill-kept lawn, his ungloved right hand grasped the ivory top of his cane, deftly twisted it, and drew a thin, wicked blade hissing from the ebony stick that formed its sheath.