lity. Will you give me a glass of wine after that long speech, and to fortify me for my homeward route?"
Grace rang and ordered wine. Doctor Danton drank his glass standing, and then drew on his gloves.
"Have you to walk?" asked his sister. "I will order the buggy for you."
"By no means. I rode up here on the Curé's nag, and came at the rate of a funeral. The old beast seemed to enjoy himself, and to rather like getting soaked through, and I have no doubt will return as he came. And now I must go; it would never do to be found here by these grand people--Captain and Miss Danton."
His wet overcoat hung on a chair; he put it on while walking to the door, with Grace by his side.
"When shall I see you again, Frank?"
"To-morrow. I want to have a look at our English beauty. By Jove! it knows how to rain in Canada."
The cold November blast swept in as Grace opened the front door, and the rain fell in a downpour. In the black darkness Grace could just discern a
Here's one for fans of Georgette Heyer.
Capt. Danton returns home to Canada from England, bringing with him his imperious eldest daughter, Kate, and a mysterious invalid, Mr. Richards. The homecoming disturbs the peaceful existance of his cousin Grace, who's been housekeeper and companion to the captain's two younger daughters, tempestuous Rose and fragile Eeny.
Mr. Richards' real identity is only one of the secrets floating around Danton Hall in this well-written, intricately plotted romance. It becomes fairly predictable -- indeed, all the mysteries are revealed by the middle of the novel -- but watching the characters play out the consequences remains engrossing.
In 1878, the New York Times called Fleming "the princess of novelists." I'd call her the queen of historical romance -- except it wasn't so historical when she wrote it. Toss out those Harlequins and read this instead.
I actually really enjoyed this book although it was pretty predictable. A good read.