“At supper, she considered Winton and concluded that he was the most suitable of all her court of admirers. In addition to the things that impressed society, the title and the wealth, he was also handsome (though his friend Amesbury was handsomer, she had to admit). And he was a genuinely nice man. He was not a rank snob, as many of the nobility could be toward an untitled country squire’s daughter. Nor was he arrogant, condescending, indifferent or cruel. He did not drink to excess and according to all reports, didn’t gamble at all. He was entirely ideal. Felicity only wished she understood what he was talking about.”