A pretty American girl in London is touring in a car with a chauffeur whose identity puzzles her. An amusing mystery.
lord. When he arrives I shall write--Oh, here he is."
Viscount Medenham descended leisurely and lit a cigarette. Dale, the stoic, folded his arms and looked fixedly at the press of vehicles passing the end of the street. Vivid memories of Lord Medenham's chivalrous courtesy--his lordship's dashed tomfoolery he called it--warned him that life was about to assume new interests.
The boy messenger, summoned telephonically by a sympathetic maid-servant in a neighboring house, guessed that the gentleman standing on the pavement owned the "motor-car" to which he had been directed. Here were two cars, but the boy did not hesitate. He saluted.
"Messenger, sir," he said.
"This way," intervened Simmonds curtly.
"No. I want you," said Medenham. "You know Sevastopolo's, the cigarette shop in Bond Street?"
"Take this card there, and ask him to dispatch the order at once." Meanwhile he was writing: "Kindly send 1,000 Salonikas to 91 Cavendish Square."
A rich American girl, Cynthia, is touring the UK acompanied by a chaperon. Because of a weird turn of circumstances the chauffeur is the rich, young Viscount Medenham. The Lord falls in love with Cynthia, but before he can hold her in his arms, he first has to win her love even though Cynthia believes he is just a chauffeur, and deal with: a French Comte who wants to marry Cynthia, the scheming chaperon, and relatives of both himself and Cynthia who oppose their union.
This book is a charming little romance with a bit of mystery in it, and it is worth reading for anyone who loves a sweet romance story.
More romance than mystery. Written with a light and effective touch. A satisfactorily happy ending. Through a plot involving a motor tour through southern England, and charming young representatives of the English aristocracy and the American upper class as leading characters, manages to whisk up an endorsement of England's history and class system at the historical moment just before the Edwardian age dissolved into the First World War.