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Lady’s Guide to Fortune-Hunting, by Sophie Irwin.
What enormous fun this story is, similar as it is to the product of all the august lady-novelists of yesteryear – you could say that it is Jane Austen-Lite but, whilst it follows all the rules of their choosing (independently-minded heroine, haughty but noble hero) Ms Irwin’s research paints a sad but true picture of just how important it was to make an advantageous marriage – for either sex – in 1818.
Kitty
Talbot is the oldest, at 19, of five sisters when she and her 17 year-old
sister Cecily journey to London from Dorsetshire to stay with Aunt Dorothy
Kendall, with the sole objective of finding a rich husband for Kitty during the
Season – rich enough to pay off the debts their dead parents have left, and
kind enough to continue the education of her younger sisters. They have two months for Kitty to snare
herself a gentleman of independent means, and no-one is more determined to
succeed. Fortunately, she is of handsome
looks – and a shrewish tongue, but no-one need know that till afterwards.
Aunt
Dorothy is a staunch friend and conversant enough with the foibles of High
Society (thanks to employment of doubtful origin when she was younger) that she
can advise the girls of correct behaviour and address, and it is not long
before the young sisters are launched into the lower echelons of polite
society, soon rising to higher levels, thanks to Kitty’s quick thinking loss of
her shoe in the park, requiring the assistance of Archie de Lacy, younger son
of an Earl, and about to come into his majority – and inheritance! Kitty loses no time practising her feminine
wiles (she discovers it’s very hard to look upwards through one’s eyelashes but
gamely tries, anyway), and Archie is soon In Love, the silly boy. BUT!
The
only fly in the ointment is his elder brother, Lord Fairfax: he sees effortlessly through Kitty’s blushing
ardour and calls her out on her behaviour. After several pages of wounding
wordplay, he agrees to give her information as to the income and reputation of
the gentlemen she meets at the various balls and functions they attend during
the Season – as long as she leaves his brother alone. Naturally, his brother is heartbroken, and
finds other, more dangerous pursuits to console him.
We all
know what will happen next, and there’s nothing like a happy ending in these
troubling times, but Ms Irwin has given us a very clear and damning picture of
the strata of society in that era – and the hypocrisy. This is a most charming story. Book Two is on its way! FIVE STARS.
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