This is an odd sort of book, one where I hated the heroine for most of it, found the hero incomprehensible and thought many of the events implausible, yet I still enjoyed it thoroughly. Partly, that’s because of its age; it doesn’t conform to modern standards and so I found it surprising in a multitude of ways, and that’s far better than being predictable. There are some spoilers below, so don’t read on if you don’t want to know.
Here’s the premise: Anne Guilfoyle is a spinster of twenty-eight, living happily in London surrounded by friends, especially her admirer and the man she has loved for ten years, Lord Ensley. Unfortunately, she has only a very small portion and he needs to marry wealth, so he can’t marry her, but they’ve drifted merrily through the years so far, so why should that change? But change it does, for three things happen more or less simultaneously. Firstly, Lord Ensley is about to marry a suitable (and rich) young lady. Secondly, Anne’s lawyer, who has been managing her funds, has lost the lot. And thirdly, she has been left a small estate in Cheshire. You see what I mean about implausible? Two of those things I might accept, but three? No.
Be that as it may, it forces Anne to leave her beloved London (or civilisation, as she sees it) and her equally beloved Lord Ensley, and decamp with her widowed companion, Maria, to Cheshire. Here she finds the house provincial and the nearest neighbour, one Mr Henry Highet, a country bumpkin. He is single and lives with his very managing mother.
It should be noted at this point that Anne is a raging snob. She lives for sophisticated society, of which she is a leading light on account of her incisive wit, and that kind of frivolous banter is sadly lacking in Cheshire. She despises Mr Highet, although when it comes to learning how to manage her newly acquired estate, she finds that he’s both knowledgeable and willing to help her. Thus she discovers that there’s more to him than she’d originally suspected.
Into this bucolic existence comes the aforementioned Lord Ensley, who’s exerting all his persuasive powers to drag Anne back to London. He misses her, you see, and he’ll quite happily fund her. Some of her other London friends arrive for a visit, and decamp after a couple of days, finding it too dull for words. But she’s beginning to find sources of pleasure, even so far from London, so she sends Lord Ensley away with a flea in his ear.
So now we come to the spoiler. On the precise day that Lord Ensley is due to marry his heiress, Mr Highet makes a proposition to Anne. If they marry, he will make a settlement on her which will allow her to return to her life in London, and in exchange, he gets her estate. It will be a marriage of convenience only, since he’s perfectly content with his mother for company. For Anne, it’s perfect. She gets her life back, and also the company of her beloved Lord Ensley, who seems prepared to continue indefinitely with their cosy companionship, despite his marriage.
But why does Henry suggest such a thing? It’s fairly obvious to the reader that he’s in love with Anne, but if so, it’s a huge risk he’s taking. I’m not sure I believe in a man who’s so selfless that he’d sacrifice his own happiness entirely for the woman he loves. After all, once she’s settled in London, she might never come back at all, and his mother certainly doesn’t want her to.
Of course, once back in town, Anne discovers that Lord Ensley is a shallow, strutting coxcomb, whom she doesn’t even like very much, and this sudden revelation is perhaps the most implausible part of the whole book. She’s been in love with him for ten years, for heaven’s sake, and now she isn’t? Usually when ‘the scales fall from the eyes’ in that dramatic way, it’s because the object of affection has done something unspeakable, a betrayal of some sort. But no, Ensley’s the same as he’s always been, and we’re supposed to believe that a few months of Henry’s simple country goodness has been enough to effect this transformation? Well, whatever, and it has the desired effect because Anne hotfoots it back to Cheshire for the romantic reconciliation.
And despite all my grumbles about plausibility, I still enjoyed this enormously. I do like these older books that surprise my twenty-first century self at every turn. So four stars, and I recommend it on the grounds that these issues won’t bother most people in the slightest.