The Earl of Beresford was the perfect husband--wealthy, charming ... and wickedly witty. Veronica determined he should marry her sister Rachel.
Sister Charlotte had also found the perfect man--for Veronica. Now she must escape the boring baron and deal with the antics of her madcap youngest sister, too.
Her matchmaking seemed highly successful, so why did the happiness of Rachel and Beresford make Veronica so miserable? Sadly, she resigned herself to life as a spinster schoolteacher. But she reckoned without the Earl of Beresford and his devilish sense of humour!
After spending thirteen years working as a civil engineer and surveyor, Dixie Lee McKeone (who has also published two romance novels under the pseudonym Jane Lovelace and Science Fiction as Lee McKeone) began writing romance, mystery, and science-fiction novels.
I've read this one a while back so the details might be slightly off. Veronica is 25 and has finally been able to have her family's finances straightened out after their father died. The plan is to eventually open a school. She considers herself a spinster and doesn't believe she'll ever marry. She's tall, gangly with a mannish stride, and not very pretty. Charlotte feels the same way as Veronica at the age of 24. She's also tall, but more elegant, and she's a very righteous young lady. Their uncle dies leaving them an inheritance and their featherbrained mother convinces them to go to London for a season. Neither is interested but they believe that, if they can get pretty Rachel (19) married, they can go back to the country and open a school. Their younger sister (15 or 16) leaves the school once she hears of the plan and goes to London with them. She's resentful that she can only have a season and also spoiled, so she gets into some scrapes while in London.
The story is how they decide to find matches for each other and the confusion when the results are not as intended. They get involved with the Earl of Beresford and his sister, and hijinks ensue. The book was fun, but I felt like a lot of things happened in the background and we didn't get to enjoy reading about them. The only romantic relationship we see is Veronica's, but even that one is relegated to the background to give room to the misunderstandings. Both Charlotte and Rachel have a love interest, but we are told that they proposed rather than witness the event. I also think some of the love matches would have been more fun had they been opposite in personalities. Everyone pretty much found a partner who was exactly like them. I'd have loved to see Charlotte struggling against her feelings for a more frivolous person than herself since she was very uptight.
Even though Veronica is usually my type of heroine, I actually liked Charlotte better. She's pretty much described as priggish, but I thought she was the more sensible of the lot. That probably has more to do with my own personality than the author's depiction of her. The best part of the book is the awesome relationship between the three oldest sisters. I loved that they supported each other and enjoyed each other's company even though they had different personalities. Unfortunately, I thought the author ruined that in the end by the way Veronica referred to them. I know it was supposed to be funny, but she basically said that she hoped her sisters wouldn't visit her much because one was marrying an annoying guy and the other a boring one. It went against what I thought was the heart of the book. She could have told her love interest that, even though her sisters were marrying annoying people, he would still have to welcome them in their homes if he wanted to marry her, for example. As it is, it just ended on a sour note for me.
Good-natured upper class trickery as three of four sisters vie for husbands, denying their true feelings (at least at first) while attempting to 'help' one another along and deal with the youngest sister's escapades. Starts in the country but moves to London and environs. Contains a good helping of witty conversation and Regency terminology, e.g. quizzing glass, the ton, epergne....