Despite his prolific output and his immediate popularity, Trollope was neither a sentimental novelist nor a sensational one. ‘Marion Fay’ is nevertheless sentimental, to some extent sensational and frequently melodramatic, even maudlin. It depends a little too much on coincidence and the providential God in the machine. And in trying to work out a solution to a thorny problem in the plot, Trollope simply kills off his lead character with as much or as little compunction as ever did Dickens, and draws out the agony to the last salt drop from his readers' eyes.
For all that, ‘Marion Fay’ is memorable for its issues of class and social distinctions. When the two older children of a marquis fall in love with two commoners (a post-office clerk, and the daughter of a Quaker), all hell is loosed in the Marquis’s family, and allows for some its most melodramatic scenes, including plotting murder, blackmail, and anonymous letters where the writer happily gives their exact address and location, while signing themselves “Well-wisher.” Some of Trollope's most unforgettable comic characters make their appearance in ‘Marion Fay', both in the refined circles of the House of Lords (Lord Llwddythlw, that busy heir to the Duke of Merioneth, for one) and in the humbler station of the post office, where Mr Crocker rises up, to be remembered as your best friend. In fact, very few people escape the edge of Trollope's satire. Only the doll-like Lady Amaldina has her eyes wide open to the realities of life while batting her eyelashes at you, and gets her own way in most things.
Trollope does not forget his beloved hunt and willy nilly, we follow the Braeside Harriers across hilly, rocky terrain while Trollope discusses the fashions in hunting until a young idiot takes a fence his horse cannot leap, and is all but killed, adding a little spice, if we felt the need, to a story already overcrowded with incident and suspense.
Finally, some of Trollope's expressive letters add to the charm of the novel. A Trollope novel without correspondence, office memos, newspaper articles and the like is the same as a book ‘without pictures or conversation.’
‘Marion Fay’ is not in the front line with Trollope's best novels, partly because it lacks the firm pragmatism we have come to expect of him, partly because his characters are caricatures rather than the three dimensional ordinary men and women who figure in his books, but it still makes for great fun and excellent reading. If the ending appears on one hand to be deeply depressing, the positive ending that Trollope gives his other characters, including our poor henpecked Marquis, serves to make up for it.