The Grand Sophy

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Sophy sets everything right for her desperate family in one of Georgette Heyer's most popular Regency romances.

When Lady Ombersley agrees to take in her young niece, no one expects Sophy, who sweeps in and immediately takes the ton by storm. Sophy discovers that her aunt's family is in desperate need of her talent for setting everything right: Ceclia is in love with a poet, Charles has tyrannical tendencies that are being aggravated by his grim fiancee, her uncle is of no use ...

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Overview

Sophy sets everything right for her desperate family in one of Georgette Heyer's most popular Regency romances.

When Lady Ombersley agrees to take in her young niece, no one expects Sophy, who sweeps in and immediately takes the ton by storm. Sophy discovers that her aunt's family is in desperate need of her talent for setting everything right: Ceclia is in love with a poet, Charles has tyrannical tendencies that are being aggravated by his grim fiancee, her uncle is of no use at all, and the younger children are in desperate need of some fun and freedom. By the time she's done, Sophy has commandeered Charles's horses, his household, and finally, his heart.

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"Of all Georgette Heyer's treasure trove of witty and scintillating Regencies, The Grand Sophy is my long-time favorite." - Book Loons

"I was... absorbed by Sophy's antics and rooting for the characters I had come to love. When I turned the last page, I could only wish them all the happiest of ever afters." - Jane Austen's World

" The Grand Sophy was an exciting, charming read. The characters grab you and don't let go." - Anna's Book Blog

"[F]resh and lively... I couldn't have asked for a better - or happier - ending." - Write Meg

"After reading this book, I am happy to declare that I fell in love with Heyer's writing and I think the plot and the characters are very engaging!" - Melody's Reading Corner

"Fun, engaging and hilarious, I can not recommend it more highly. Sophy is a devilishly fine girl." - AustenProse

"This is a fun little novel that I'm happy to recommend." - Becky's Book Reviews

"This is regency romance with a sense of humor. Sophy grabs you and takes you on a ride you don't want to end. " - All About the {n}

"Sophy is molded by Georgette Heyer's genius and she's a great character. " - The Book Binge

"Georgette Heyer was known as the "Queen of the Regency romances", and deservedly so... The characters are unique, and the conversations are enjoyable and witty." - Lesa's Book Critiques

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  • ISBN-13: 9781402218941
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/1/2009
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 139,567
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

The late Georgette Heyer was a very private woman. Her novels have charmed and delighted millions of readers for decades, though she rarely reached out to the public to discuss her works or personal life. She was born in Wimbledon in August 1902. She wrote her first novel, The Black Moth, at the age of seventeen to amuse her convalescent brother; it was published in 1921 and became an instant success.

Heyer published 56 books over the next 53 years, until her death from lung cancer in 1974. Her work included Regency romances, mysteries and historical fiction. Known as the Queen of Regency romance, Heyer was legendary for her research, historical accuracy and her extraordinary plots and characterizations. Her last book, My Lord John, was published posthumously in 1975. She was married to George Ronald Rougier, a barrister, and they had one son, Richard.

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The butler, recognizing her ladyship's only surviving brother at a glance, as he afterwards informed his less percipient subordinates, favoured Sir Horace with a low bow, and took it upon himself to say that my lady, although not at home to less nearly-connected persons, would be happy to see him. Sir Horace, unimpressed by this condescension, handed his caped-greatcoat to one footman, his hat and cane to the other, tossed his gloves on to the marble-topped table, and said that he had no doubt of that, and how was Dassett keeping these days? The butler, torn between gratification at having his name remembered and disapproval of Sir Horace's free and easy ways, said that he was as well as could be expected, and happy (if he might venture to say so) to see Sir Horace looking not a day older than when he had last had the pleasure of announcing him to her ladyship. He then led the way, in a very stately manner, up the imposing stairway to the Blue Saloon, where Lady Ombersley was dozing gently on a sofa by the fire, a Paisley shawl spread over her feet, and her cap decidedly askew. Mr Dassett, observing these details, coughed, and made his announcement in commanding accents: ‘Sir Horace Stanton-Lacy, my lady!'

Lady Ombersley awoke with a start, stared for an uncomprehending moment, made an ineffective clutch at her cap, and uttered a faint shriek. ‘Horace!'

‘Hallo, Lizzie, how are you?' said Sir Horace, walking across the room, and bestowing an invigorating buffet upon her shoulder.

‘Good heavens, what a fright you gave me!' exclaimed her ladyship, uncorking the vinaigrette which was never out of her reach.

The butler, having tolerantly observed these transports, closed the door upon the reunited brother and sister, and went away to disclose to his underlings that Sir Horace was a gentleman as lived much abroad, being, as he was informed, employed by the Government on Diplomatic Business too delicate for their understanding.

The diplomatist, meanwhile, warming his coat-tails by the fire, refreshed himself with a pinch of snuff and told his sister that she was putting on weight. ‘Not growing any younger, either of us,' he added handsomely. ‘Not but what I can give you five years, Lizzie, unless my memory's at fault, which I don't think it is.'

There was a large gilded mirror on the wall opposite to the fireplace, and as he spoke Sir Horace allowed his gaze to rest upon his own image, not in a conceited spirit, but with critical approval. His forty-five years had treated him kindly. If his outline had thickened a little, his height, which was well above six foot, made a slight portliness negligible. He was a very fine figure of a man, and had, besides a large and well-proportioned frame, a handsome countenance, topped by luxuriant brown locks as yet unmarred by silver streaks. He was always dressed with elegance, but was by far too wise a man to adopt such extravagances of fashion as could only show up the imperfections of a middle-aged figure. ‘Take a look at poor Prinny!' said Sir Horace to less discriminating cronies. ‘He's a lesson to us all!'

His sister accepted the implied criticism unresentfully. Twenty-seven years of wedlock had left their mark upon her; and the dutiful presentation to her erratic and far from grateful spouse of eight pledges of her affection had long since destroyed any pretensions to beauty in her. Her health was indifferent, her disposition compliant, and she was fond of saying that when one was a grandmother it was time to be done with thinking of one's appearance.

‘How's Ombersley?' asked Sir Horace, with more civility than interest.

‘He feels his gout a little, but considering everything he is remarkably well,' she responded.

Sir Horace took a mere figure of speech in an undesirably literal spirit, saying with a nod: ‘Always did drink too much. Still, he must be going on for sixty now, and I don't suppose you have so much of the other trouble, do you?'

‘No, no!' said his sister hastily. Lord Ombersley's infidelities, though mortifying when conducted, as they too often were, in the full glare of publicity, had never greatly troubled her, but she had no desire to discuss them with her outspoken relative, and gave the conversation an abrupt turn by asking where he had come from.

‘Lisbon,' he replied, taking another pinch of snuff.

Lady Ombersley was vaguely surprised. It was now two years since the close of the long Peninsular War, and she rather thought that, when last heard of, Sir Horace had been in Vienna, no doubt taking mysterious part in the Congress, which had been so rudely interrupted by the escape of that dreadful Monster from Elba. ‘Oh!' she said, a little blankly. ‘Of course, you have a house there! I was forgetting! And how is dear Sophia?'

‘As a matter of fact,' said Sir Horace, shutting his snuff-box, and restoring it to his pocket, ‘it's about Sophy that I've come to see you.'

Sir Horace had been a widower for fifteen years, during which period he had neither requested his sister's help in rearing his daughter nor paid the least heed to her unsolicited advice, but at these words an uneasy feeling stole over her. She said: ‘Yes, Horace? Dear little Sophia! It must be four years or more since I saw her. How old is she now? I suppose she must be almost out?'

‘Been out for years,' responded Sir Horace. ‘Never anything else really. She's twenty.'

‘Twenty!' exclaimed Lady Ombersley. She applied her mind to arithmetic, and said: ‘Yes, she must be, for my own Cecilia is just turned nineteen, and I remember that your Sophia was born almost a year before. Dear me, yes! Poor Marianne! What a lovely creature she was, to be sure!'

With a slight effort Sir Horace conjured up the vision of his dead wife. ‘Yes, so she was,' he agreed. ‘One forgets, you know. Sophy's not much like her: favours me!'

‘I know what a comfort she must have been to you,' sighed Lady Ombersley. ‘And I'm sure, dear Horace, that nothing could be more affecting than your devotion to the child!'

‘I wasn't in the least devoted,' interrupted Sir Horace. ‘I shouldn't have kept her with me if she'd been troublesome. Never was: good little thing, Sophy!'

‘Yes, my dear, no doubt, but to be dragging a little girl all over Spain and Portugal, when she would have been far better in a select school —'

‘Not she! She'd have learnt to be missish,' said Sir Horace cynically. ‘Besides, no use to prose to me now on that head: it's too late! The thing is, Lizzie, I'm in something of a fix. I want you to take care of Sophy while I'm in South America.'

‘South America?' gasped Lady Ombersley.

‘Brazil. I don't expect to be away very long, but I can't take my little Sophy, and I can't leave her with Tilly, because Tilly's dead. Died in Vienna, couple of years ago. A devilish inconvenient thing to do, but I daresay she didn't mean it.'

‘Tilly?' said Lady Ombersley, all at sea.

‘Lord, Elizabeth, don't keep on repeating everything I say! Shocking bad habit! Miss Tillingham, Sophy's governess!'

‘Good heavens! Do you mean to tell me that the child has no governess now?'

‘Of course she has not! She don't need a governess. I always found plenty of chaperons for her when we were in Paris, and in Lisbon it don't signify. But I can't leave her alone in England.'

‘Indeed, I should think not! But, my dearest Horace, though I would do anything to oblige you, I am not quite sure —'

‘Nonsense!' said Sir Horace bracingly. ‘She'll be a nice companion for your girl — what's her name? Cecilia? Dear little soul, you know: not an ounce of vice in her!'

This fatherly tribute made his sister blink, and utter a faint protest. Sir Horace paid no heed to it. ‘What's more, she won't cause you any trouble,' he said. ‘She has her head well on her shoulders, my Sophy. I never worry about her.'

An intimate knowledge of her brother's character made it perfectly possible for Lady Ombersley to believe this, but since she herself was blessed with much the same easy-going temperament, no acid comment even rose to her lips. ‘I am sure she must be a dear girl,' she said. ‘But, you see, Horace —'

‘And another thing is that it's time we were thinking of a husband for her,' pursued Sir Horace, seating himself in a chair on the opposite side of the fireplace. ‘I knew I could depend on you. Dash it, you're her aunt! My only sister, too.'

‘I should be only too happy to bring her out,' said Lady Ombersley wistfully. ‘But the thing is I don't think — I am rather afraid — You see, what with the really dreadful expense of presenting Cecilia last year, and dearest Maria's wedding only a little time before that, and Hubert's going up to Oxford, not to mention the fees at Eton for poor Theodore —'

‘If it's expense that bothers you, Lizzie, you needn't give it a thought, for I'll stand the nonsense. You won't have to present her at Court: I'll attend to all that when I come home, and if you don't want to be put to the trouble of it then I can find some other lady to do it. What I want at this present is for her to go about with her cousins, meet the right set of people — you know the style of thing!'

‘Of course I know, and as for trouble it would be no such thing! But I can't help feeling that perhaps — perhaps it would not do! We do not entertain very much.'

‘Well, with a pack of girls on your hands you ought to,' said Sir Horace bluntly.

‘But, Horace, I have not got a pack of girls on my hands!' protested Lady Ombersley. ‘Selina is only sixteen, and Gertrude and Amabel are barely out of the nursery!'

‘I see what it is,' said Sir Horace indulgently. ‘You're afraid she may take the shine out of Cecilia. No, no, my dear! My little Sophy's no beauty. She's well enough — in fact, I daresay you'll think she's a very pretty girl — but Cecilia's something quite out of the common way. Remember thinking so when I saw her last year. I was surprised, for you were never above the average yourself, Lizzie, while I was always thought Ombersley a plain-looking fellow.'

His sister accepted these strictures meekly, but was quite distressed that he should suppose her capable of harbouring such unhandsome thoughts about her niece. ‘And even if I was so odious, there is no longer the least need for such notions,' she added. ‘Nothing has as yet been announced, Horace, but I don't scruple to tell you that Cecilia is about to contract a very eligible alliance.'

‘That's good,' said Sir Horace. ‘You'll have leisure to look about you for a husband for Sophy. You won't have any difficulty: she's a taking little thing, and she'll have a snug fortune one of these days, besides what her mother left her. No need to be afraid of her marrying to disoblige us, either: she's a sensible girl, and she's been about the world enough to be well up to snuff. Whom have you got for Cecilia?'

‘Lord Charlbury has asked Ombersley's permission to address her,' said his sister, swelling a little with pride.

‘Charlbury, eh,' said Sir Horace. ‘Very well indeed, Elizabeth! I must say, I didn't think you'd catch much of a prize, because looks aren't everything, and from the way Ombersley was running through his fortune when I last saw him —'

‘Lord Charlbury,' said Lady Ombersley a little stiffly, ‘is an extremely wealthy man, and, I know, has no such vulgar consideration in mind. Indeed, he told me himself that it was a case of love at first sight with him!'

‘Capital!' said Sir Horace. ‘I should suppose him to have been hanging out for a wife for some time — thirty at least, ain't he? — but if he has a veritable tendre for the girl, so much the better! It should fix his interest with her.'

‘Yes,' agreed Lady Ombersley. ‘And I am persuaded they will suit very well. He is everything that is amiable and obliging, his manners most gentleman-like, his understanding decidedly superior, and his person such as must please.'

Sir Horace, who was not much interested in his niece's affairs, said: ‘Well, well, he is plainly a paragon, and we must allow Cecilia to think herself fortunate to be forming such a connection! I hope you may manage as prettily for Sophy!'

‘Indeed, I wish I might!' she responded, sighing. ‘Only it is an awkward moment, because — The thing is, you see, that I am afraid Charles may not quite like it!'

Sir Horace frowned in an effort of memory. ‘I thought his name was Bernard. Why shouldn't he like it?'

‘I am not speaking of Ombersley, Horace. You must remember Charles!'

‘If you're talking about the eldest boy of yours, of course I remember him! But why has he to say anything, and why the devil should he object to my Sophy!'

‘Oh, no, not to her! I am sure he could not do so! But I fear he may not like it if we are to be plunged into gaiety just now! I daresay you may not have seen the announcement of his own approaching marriage, but I should tell you that he has contracted an engagement to Miss Wraxton.'

‘What, not old Brinklow's daughter? Upon my word, Lizzie, you have been busy to some purpose! Never knew you had so much sense! Eligible, indeed! You are to be congratulated!'

‘Yes,' said Lady Ombersley. ‘Oh, yes! Miss Wraxton is a most superior girl. I am sure she has a thousand excellent qualities. A most well-informed mind, and principles such as must command respect.'

‘She sounds to me like a dead bore,' said Sir Horace frankly.

‘Charles,' said Lady Ombersley, staring mournfully into the fire, ‘does not care for very lively girls, or — or for any extravagant folly. I own, I could wish Miss Wraxton had rather more vivacity — but you are not to regard that, Horace, for I had never the least inclination towards being a blue-stocking myself, and in these days, when so many young females are wild to a fault, it is gratifying to find one who — Charles thinks Miss Wraxton's air of grave reflection very becoming!' she ended, in rather a hurry.

‘You know, Lizzie, it's a queer thing that any son of yours and Ombersley's should have grown into such a dull stick,' remarked Sir Horace dispassionaely. ‘I suppose you didn't play Ombersley false, did you?'

‘Horace!'

‘No, I know you didn't! No need to fly into a pucker! Not with your eldest: you know better than that! Still, it is an odd circumstance: often thought so! He can marry his blue-stocking, and welcome, for anything I care, but none of this explains why you should be caring a fig for what he likes or don't like!'

Lady Ombersley transferred her gaze from the glowing coals to his face. ‘You do not perfectly understand, Horace.'

‘That's what I said!' he retorted.

‘Yes, but — Horace, Matthew Rivenhall left his whole fortune to Charles!'

Sir Horace was generally accounted an astute man, but he appeared to find it difficult correctly to assimilate this information. He stared fixedly at his sister for a moment or two, and then said: ‘You don't mean that old uncle of Ombersley's?'

‘Yes, I do.'

‘The Nabob?'

Lady Ombersley nodded, but her brother was still not satisfied. ‘Fellow who made a fortune in India?'

‘Yes, and we always thought — but he said Charles was the only Rivenhall other than himself who had the least grain of sense, and he left him everything, Horace! Everything!'

‘Good God!'

This ejaculation seemed to appear to Lady Ombersley as fitting, for she nodded again, looking at her brother in a woebegone fashion, and twisting the fringe of her shawl between her fingers.

‘So it is Charles who calls the tune!' said Sir Horace.

‘No one could have been more generous,' said Lady Ombersley unhappily. ‘We cannot but be sensible of it.'

‘Damn his impudence!' said Sir Horace, himself a father. ‘What's he done?'

‘Well, Horace, you might not know it, because you are always abroad, but poor Ombersley had a great many debts.'

‘Everyone knows that! Never knew him when he wasn't under a cloud! You're not going to tell me the boy was fool enough to settle 'em?'

‘But, Horace, someone had to settle them!' she protested. ‘You can have no notion how difficult things were becoming! And with the younger boys to establish creditably, and the dear girls — it is no wonder that Charles should be so anxious that Cecilia should make a good match!'

‘Providing for the whole pack, is he? More fool he! What about the mortgages? If the greater part of Ombersley's inheritance had not been entailed he would have gambled the whole away long since!'

‘I do not properly understand entails,' said his sister, ‘but I am afraid that Charles did not behave just as he should over it. Ombersley was very much displeased — though I shall always say that to call one's first-born a serpent's tooth is to use quite unbecoming language! It seems that when Charles came of age he might have made everything quite easy for his poor papa, if only he had been in the least degree obliging! But nothing would prevail upon him to agree to break the entail, so all was at a standstill, and one cannot blame Ombersley for being vexed! And then that odious old man died —'

‘When?' demanded Sir Horace. ‘How comes it about that I never heard a word of this before today?'

‘It was rather more than two years ago, and —'

‘That accounts for it, then: I was devilish busy, dealing with Angoulême, and all that set. Must have happened at the time of Toulouse, I dare swear. But when I saw you last year you never spoke a word, Lizzie!'

She was stung by the injustice to this, and said indignantly: ‘I am sure I don't know how I should have been thinking of such paltry things, with that Monster at large, and the Champs de Mars, and the banks suspending payment, and heaven knows what beside! And you coming over from Brussels without a word of warning, and sitting with me a bare twenty minutes! My head was in a whirl, and if I answered you to the point it is more than I would have bargained for!'

Sir Horace, disregarding this irrelevancy, said, with what for him was strong feeling: ‘Outrageous! I don't say Ombersley's not a shocking loose-screw, because there's no sense in wrapping plain facts up in clean linen, but to be cutting a man out of one's will and setting up his son to lord it over him — which I'll be bound he does!'

‘No, no!' expostulated Lady Ombersley feebly. ‘Charles is fully sensible of what is due to his father! It is not that he is ever lacking in respect, I do assure you! Only poor Ombersley cannot but feel it a little, now that Charles has taken everything into his own hands.'

‘A pretty state of affairs!'

‘Yes, but one comfort is that it is not generally known. And I cannot deny that in some ways it is by far more pleasant. You would scarcely credit it, Horace, but I do believe there is not an unpaid bill in the house!' A moment's reflection caused her to modify this statement. ‘At least, I cannot answer for Ombersley, but all those dreadful household accounts, which Eckington — you remember our good Eckington, Ombersley's agent? — used to pull such a face over; and the fees at Eton and Oxford — everything, my dear brother, Charles takes care of!'

‘You aren't going to tell me Charles is fool enough to fritter away old Matt Rivenhall's fortune paying all the expenses of this barrack of a house!' exclaimed Sir Horace.

‘No. Oh, no! I have not the least head for business, so it is of no use to ask me to explain it to you, but I believe that Charles persuaded his father to — to allow him to administer the estate.'

‘Blackmailed him into it, more like!' said Sir Horace grimly. ‘Rare times we live in! Mind, I see the boy's point, Lizzie, but, by God, I'm sorry for you!'

‘Oh, pray believe it's no such thing!' cried Lady Ombersley, distressed. ‘I did not wish you to think — to give you cause to suppose that Charles is ever disagreeable, for indeed he is not, except when he is put out of temper, and one must own that he has a great deal to try his patience! Which is why I can't but feel, dear Horace, that if he does not like me to take charge of Sophia for you, I ought not to tease him!'

‘Fiddlesticks!' said Sir Horace. ‘And why shouldn't he like it?'

‘We — we decided not to give any parties this season, beyond what must be thought necessary. It is a most unfortunate circumstance that Charles's wedding has had to be postponed, on account of a bereavement Miss Wraxton has suffered. One of Lady Brinklow's sisters, and they will not be out of black gloves for six months. You must know that the Brinklows are very particular in all matters of correct conduct. Eugenia goes only to very quiet parties, and — and naturally one must expect Charles to partake of her sentiments!'

‘Lord, Elizabeth, a man don't have to wear black gloves for the aunt of a female he ain't even married to!'

‘Of course not, but Charles seemed to feel — and then there is Charlbury!'

‘What the devil ails him!'

‘Mumps,' replied Lady Ombersley tragically.

‘He?' Sir Horace burst out laughing. ‘Well, what a fellow he must be to have mumps when he should be getting married to Cecilia!'

‘Really, Horace, I must say that I think that most unjust of you, for how could he help it? It is so mortifying for him! And, what is more, excessively unfortunate, because I don't doubt that had he been able to attach Cecilia — which I am sure he must have done, for nothing could be more amiable than his disposition, while his manners and address are just what they ought to be! But girls are so foolish, and take romantical notions into their heads, besides all kinds of encroaching fancies — however, I am happy to think that Cecilia is not one of those dreadful modern misses, and of course she will be guided by her parents! But no one can deny that nothing could be more ill-timed than Charlbury's mumps!'

Sir Horace, once more opening his snuff-box, regarded her with an amused and a sapient eye. ‘And what is Miss Cecilia's particular encroaching fancy?' he enquired.

Lady Ombersley knew that her eldest son would have counselled her to preserve a discreet silence; but the impulse to unburden herself to her brother was too strong to be denied. She said: ‘Well, you will not repeat it, I know, Horace, but the fact is that the silly child thinks she is in love with Augustus Fawnhope!'

‘One of Lutterworth's boys?' asked Sir Horace. ‘I don't think much of that for a match, I must say!'

‘Good heavens, don't mention such a thing! The youngest son, too, with not the least expectation in the world! But he is a poet.'

‘Very dangerous,' agreed Sir Horace. ‘Don't think I ever saw the boy: what's he like?'

‘Quite beautiful!' said Lady Ombersley, in despairing accents.

‘What, in the style of Lord Byron? That fellow has a great deal to answer for!'

‘No-no. I mean, he is as fair as Cecilia is herself, and he doesn't limp, and though his poems are very pretty, bound up in white vellum, they don't seem to take very well. I mean, not at all like Lord Byron's. It seems sadly unjust, for I believe it cost a great deal of money to have them printed, and he had to bear the whole — or, rather, Lady Lutterworth did, according to what I have heard.'

‘Now I come to think of it,' said Sir Horace, ‘I do know the boy. He was with Stuart, in Brussels last year. If you take my advice, you'll marry Cecilia off to Charlbury as quickly as you can!'

‘Well, and so I would, if only — that is to say, of course I would not, if I thought she held him in aversion! And you must see, Horace, that it is quite out of my power to do anything of the sort when he is in bed with the mumps!'

Sir Horace shook his head. ‘She will marry the poet.'

‘Do not say so! But Charles thinks that I should do wisely not to take her where she is bound to meet the young man, which is another reason why we are living in a quiet style for the present. It is of all things the most awkward! Indeed, sometimes I feel that it would be much easier if the wretched creature were quite ineligible — a fortune-hunter, or a merchant's son, or something of that nature! One could then forbid him the house, and forbid Cecilia to stand up with him at balls, only it would not be in the least necessary for we should never meet him in society. But naturally one meets the Fawnhopes everywhere! Nothing could be more provoking! And although I am sure Charles's manner towards him is most repellent, even he acknowledges the impropriety of being so repulsive to him as to offend his family. Almeria Lutterworth is one of my oldest friends!'

Sir Horace, who was already bored with the subject, yawned, and said lazily: ‘I daresay there is no occasion for you to be on the fidgets. The Fawnhopes are all as poor as Church mice, and very likely Lady Lutterworth desires the match as little as you do.'

‘Nothing of the sort!' she replied, quite crossly. ‘She is foolish beyond permission, Horace! Whatever Augustus wants he must have! She has given me the most unmistakable hints, so that I scarcely knew where to look, much less what to say, except that Lord Charlbury had requested our leave to address Cecilia, and I believed her to be — well, not indifferent to him! It never entered my head that Augustus was so lost to all sense of propriety as to apply to Cecilia without first approaching Ombersley, yet that is precisely what he has done!'

‘Oh, well!' said Sir Horace. ‘If she has such a fancy for him, you had better let her take him. It's not as though she would be marrying beneath her, and if she chooses to be the wife of a penniless younger son it is quite her own affair.'

‘You would not say so if it were Sophia!' said his sister.

‘Sophy's not such a fool.'

‘Cecilia is not a fool either,' declared Lady Ombersley, affronted. ‘If you have seen Augustus you can not wonder at her! No one could help feeling a decided partiality for him! I own, I did myself. But Charles is quite right, as I was soon brought to acknowledge: it would not answer!'

‘Ah, well, when she has her cousin to keep her company it will divert her, and very likely give her thoughts another direction,' said Sir Horace consolingly.

Lady Ombersley appeared to be much struck by this suggestion. Her face brightened; she said: ‘I wonder if it might be so? She is a little shy, you must know, and does not make friends easily, and since her dear friend, Miss Friston, was married, and has gone to live in the Midlands, there is really no young female with whom she is upon terms of intimacy. Now, if we had dear Sophia to stay with us...' She broke off, obviously turning plans over in her mind. She was still engaged on this exercise when the door opened, and her eldest son entered the saloon.

The Honourable Charles Rivenhall was twenty-six years old, but a rather harsh-featured countenance, coupled with a manner that combined assurance with a good deal of reserve, made him give the impression of being some years older. He was a tall, powerfully-built young man, who looked as though he would have been better pleased to have been striding over his father's acres than exchanging civilities in his mother's sitting-room. He nearly always wore riding-dress in preference to the more fashionable pantaloons and Hessians; tied his cravat in the plainest of styles; would permit only a modicum of starch to stiffen his very moderate shirt-points; wholly disdained such fopperies as seals, fobs, or quizzing-glasses; and offended his tailor by insisting on having his coats cut so that he could shrug himself into them without the assistance of his valet. He had been heard to express the hope that heaven would forbid he should ever be mistaken for one of the dandy-set; but, as his friend, Mr Cyprian Wychbold, kindly pointed out to him, there was not the least need for heavenly intervention in the matter. The dandies, said Mr Wychbold with some severity, were distinguished as much for their polished address as for their exquisite apparel, and were in general an amiable set of men, whose polite manners and winning graces made them acceptable in any drawing-room. As Mr Rivenhall's notion of making himself agreeable in company was to treat with cold civility anyone for whom he felt no particular liking; and his graces — far from winning — included a trick of staring out of countenance those whose pretensions he deprecated, and of uttering blighting comments, which put an abrupt end to social intercourse, he stood in far greater danger (Mr Wychbold said) of being mistaken for a Yahoo.

As he shut the door behind him, his mother looked up, started slightly, and said with a nervous inflection which annoyed her brother: ‘Oh! Charles! Only fancy! Your Uncle Horace!'

‘So Dassett informed me,' responded Mr Rivenhall. ‘How do you do, sir?'

He shook hands with his uncle, drew up a chair, and sat down, civilly engaging Sir Horace in conversation. His mother, fidgeting first with the fringe of her shawl and then with her handkerchief, presently broke in on this interchange to say: ‘Charles, you remember Sophia? Your little cousin?'

Mr Rivenhall did not present the appearance of one who remembered his little cousin, but he said in his cool way: ‘Certainly. I hope she is well, sir?'

‘Never had a day's illness in her life, barring the measles,' said Sir Horace. ‘You'll see her for yourself soon; your mother is going to take charge of her while I'm in Brazil.'

It was plain that this way of breaking the news did not recommend itself to Lady Ombersley, who at once hurried into speech. ‘Well, of course it is not quite decided yet, though I am sure there is nothing I should like better than to have my dear brother's daughter to stay with me. I was thinking, too, Charles, that it would be so pleasant for Cecilia: Sophia and she are nearly the same age, you know.'

‘Brazil?' said Mr Rivenhall. ‘That should be very interesting, I daresay. Do you make a long stay there, sir?'

‘Oh, no!' replied Sir Horace vaguely. ‘Probably not. It will depend upon circumstance. I have been telling your mother that I shall be much in her debt if she can find an eligible husband for my Sophy. It's time she was married, and your mother seems, from what I hear, to be quite a dab in that line. I understand I have to offer you my felicitations, my boy?'

‘Thank you: yes,' said Mr Rivenhall, with a slight bow.

‘If you should not dislike it, Charles, I own I should be very happy to have Sophia,' said Lady Ombersley placatingly.

He cast her an impatient glance, and replied: ‘I beg you will do precisely as you wish, ma'am. I cannot conceive what business it is of mine.'

‘Of course I have explained to your uncle that we lead very quiet lives.'

‘She won't give a fig for that,' said Sir Horace comfortably. ‘She's a good little thing: never at a loss for something to occupy herself with. Just as happy in a Spanish village as in Vienna, or Brussels.'

At this, Lady Ombersley sat up with a jerk. ‘Do not tell me you dragged the child to Brussels last year!'

‘Of course she was in Brussels! Where the devil should she have been?' replied Sir Horace testily. ‘You wouldn't have had me leave her in Vienna, would you? Besides, she enjoyed it. We met a great many old friends there.'

‘The danger!'

‘Oh, pooh! Nonsense! Precious little of that with Wellington in command!'

‘When, sir, may we have the pleasure of expecting my cousin?' interposed Mr Rivenhall. ‘We must hope that she will not find life in London too humdrum after the superior excitement of the Continent.'

‘Not she!' said Sir Horace. ‘I never knew Sophy when she wasn't always busy with some ploy or another. Give her her head! I always do, and she never comes to any harm. Don't quite know when she'll be with you. She's bound to want to see the last of me, but she'll post up to London as soon as I've sailed.'

‘Post up to London as soon as — Horace, surely you will bring her to me!' gasped his sister, quite scandalized. ‘A girl of her age, travelling alone! I never heard of such a thing!'

‘Won't be alone. She'll have her maid with her — dragon of a woman, she is: journeyed all over Europe with us! — and John Potton as well.' He caught sight of his nephew's raised brows, and felt himself impelled to add: ‘Groom — courier — general factotum! Looked after Sophy since she was a baby.' He drew out his watch, and consulted it. ‘Well, now that we've settled everything, I must be off, Lizzie. I shall rely upon you to take care of Sophy, and look about you for a match. It's important, because — but I've no time to explain that now! She'll tell you all about it, I expect.'

‘But, Horace, we have not settled everything!' protested his sister. ‘And Ombersley will be disappointed not to see you! I hoped you would dine with us!'

‘No, I can't do that,' he replied. ‘I'm dining at Carlton House. You may give my respects to Ombersley: daresay I shall see him again one of these days!'

He then kissed her in a perfunctory style, bestowed another of his hearty pats upon her shoulder, and took himself off, followed by his nephew. ‘Just as if I had nothing more to wish for!' Lady Ombersley said indignantly, when Charles came back into the room. ‘And I have not the least notion when that child is to come to me!'

‘It doesn't signify,' said Charles, with an indifference she found exasperating. ‘You will give orders for a room to be prepared for her, I suppose, and she may come when she pleases. It's to be hoped Cecilia likes her, since I imagine she will be obliged to see the most of her.'

‘Poor little thing!' sighed Lady Ombersley. ‘I declare I quite long to mother her, Charles! What a strange, lonely life she must lead!'

‘Strange certainly; hardly lonely, if she has been acting hostess for my uncle. I must suppose that she has had some older lady to live with her: a governess, or some such thing.'

‘Indeed, one would think it must have been so, but your uncle distinctly told me that the governess died when they were in Vienna! I do not like to say such a thing of my only brother, but really it seems as though Horace is quite unfit to have the care of a daughter!'

‘Extremely unfit,' he said dryly. ‘I trust you will not have cause to regret your kindness, Mama.'

‘Oh, no, I am sure I shall not!' she said. ‘Your uncle spoke of her in such a way that gave me the greatest desire to welcome her! Poor child, I fear she has not been used to having her wishes or her comfort much considered! I could almost have been angry with Horace when he would keep on telling me that she is a good little thing, and had never been a worry to him! I daresay he has never allowed anyone to be a worry to him, for a more selfish man I believe you could hardly meet! Sophia must have her poor mother's sweet disposition: I have no doubt of her being a charming companion for Cecilia.'

‘I hope so,' said Charles. ‘And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy's floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.'

Lady Ombersley took the proffered missive, and looked at it in dismay. ‘What shall I do with it?' she asked.

‘Put it on the fire,' he recommended.

‘Oh, no, I could not, Charles! It might be quite unexceptionable! Besides — why, it might even contain a message from his mother for me!'

‘Highly unlikely, but if you think that, you had better read it.'

‘Of course, I know it is my duty to do so,' she agreed unhappily.

He looked rather contemptuous, but said nothing, and after a moment's indecision she broke the seal, and spread open the single sheet. ‘Oh, dear, it is a poem!' she announced. ‘I must say, it is very pretty! Listen, Charles! Nymph, when thy mild cerulean gaze Upon my restless spirit casts it beam —'

‘I thank you, I have no taste for verse!' interrupted Mr Rivenhall harshly. ‘Put it on the fire, ma'am, and tell Cecilia she is not to be receiving letters without your sanction!'

‘Yes, but do you think I should burn it, Charles? Only think if this were the only copy of the poem! Perhaps he wants to have it printed!'

‘He is not going to print such stuff about any sister of mine!' said Mr Rivenhall grimly, holding out an imperative hand.

Lady Ombersley, always overborne by a stronger will, was just about to give the paper to him when a trembling voice from the doorway arrested her: ‘Mama! Do not!'

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  • Posted August 10, 2009

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    The Grand Sophy is best of Georgette Heyer

    Georgette Heyer is the original Regency Romance author - all others are pale imitations. Her characters are sharp and charming. Her dialogue is deceiving - at first you think it is just talk, then you start to giggle, because she has tricked you with a sly jest or a little tricky sarcasm.
    Ms. Heyer is poking fun at all the starched up characters, sliding sweet romance under our very noses.

    In The Grand Sophy, the main character is a "managing female" who "saves" people wherever she goes, leaving in them slightly dazed but much happier.

    When she arrives in England to visit her aunt and cousins, she finds a another group in distress. Her cousin Charles, newly endowed with a fortune from a deceased uncle, has just rescued his families fortunes but in the process has become rather autocratic and overbearing. To top it all off, he has become engaged to marry a young woman of impecable breeding and morals (and the whole house is dreading the time when she will move in with them and throw a damper on everyone). Don't worry, Sophy will teach her cousin a few salutary lessons, get rid of the "horse faced" bride-to-be and make everyone happy - and most especially the reader!

    Don't start this book unless you have a couple of hours, because you WILL forget to put it down.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2012

    all kinds of fun

    Sophie descends on London after being with her father during the war in Spain. She is not the meek young lady her aunt and cousins expect, but turns their lives on end and prevents an ill-fated marriage. Lots of humor in this one. I can't imagine any one not loving Sophie.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2012

    Antisemetic

    I've read many Heyer mysteries and historical fiction and enjoy her senseo of humor. However this one suddenly has a subplot about a loan shark that is a very nasty form of anti semitism. Readers beware!

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2009

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    my favorite Heyer

    Don't know why I picked up my first Georgette Heyer. I think I had heard of her and decided to give it a try. I've been hooked on her historical romances since. The Grand Sophy has got to be one of my favorites. Heyer characters are never cookie cutter. In every book each character is unique. The hero and heroine are not always perfect but ultimately likeable. Heyer writes with such wit and accuracy in details of the period.
    In Sophy she has one of her stronger, brighter and more independent heroines.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 1, 2009

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    If You Liked Heyer's Frederica...

    Then you should very much enjoy her romance with Sophy. Sophy is a very hands on Lady who decides to set to rights the sorry state of her cousin's family when she comes to stay with them. All the children and their mother and father have let the oldest son become a tyrant over the household after he saved them from financial ruin, but Sophy will have none of that if you please! Lots of fun will be had watching Sophy and Charles come to cuffs, so cuddle up and enjoy reading The Grand Sophy.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2003

    The best of Heyer

    Must read this, its the best she has done. There's wit, family drama, good ton and Sophie is a unique, intelligent, witty, appealing, independent and interesting girl. Her battles with Charles, her schemes for her other cousins are warm, funny and brill

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2002

    A delightful rebel

    Sophy, raised in diplomatic circles in 17th century Portugal by her eccentric father, rides as well as any man, and comes to England to stay with her aunt, Lady Ombersley, 'to find a husband'. In the process, she flouts every convention, infuriates her cousin Charles and generally turns the household upside down. Every woman who has ever been suppressed by a man, because 'women just don't...' will LOVE this one! You will laugh your way through it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2001

    Here is a young Regency lady who is in control...

    If you love a spirited heroine, if you have dreamed of a hero who just needs the right person to be able to enjoy life to the full, if you enjoy a cast of characters so well written about that you'll identify them with people you know, then you MUST read this book. Sophy is absolutely loveable! She will endear herself to every reader. You'll laugh from beginning to end!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2014

    Lace

    Your mom.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2014

    To Lace

    What do u look like?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2014

    She invented the period romance

    And also excellant historical novels. Her research was complete and coversations are accurate but might seem dated and odd in the former slang. However noticed the same oddity now in novels of the twenties or fourties

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  • Posted December 10, 2012

    Totally great

    This is quite possibly my favorite Heyer novel. Well written, fully developed characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    Recommended

    One of Heyers best. Well worth reading.

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  • Posted April 30, 2012

    Fun read

    Enjoyable and very funny. Sophy is unique!!! She is caught up in a situation that requires audacity, perspicacity, and humor all of which Sophy displays in abundance. A good rainy afternoon read especially with a cup of tea and scone to keep you company. Be prepared to laugh out loud so a quite public space is probably not the ideal location.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2012

    Enjoyable

    Well written and fun. Sophey is great !

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    Great book

    Terrific story of a whirlwind young lady that makes a difference in the lives of those around her! Engaging but not typical Romance story , but thats what makes it special.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2011

    One of my favorites by this author.

    This is one of my favorites by Ms. Heyer. The main character is engaging, the plot quick moving and fun. When I recommend a first read of this authors books this book is one of the ones I choose.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2011

    One of Ms. Heyer's best!

    This was a thoroughly enjoyable book with great tongue in cheek humour, engaging plot, lovable characters. A great read, as usual, from the Grand Heyer.

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  • Posted September 18, 2011

    highly recomment

    The Grand Sophy is probably the most entertaining novel I have ever read. Sophy is a most delightful character. If you want to spend time smiling and being amused, you must read this book. I love all of Georgette Heyer's novels but I would have to say, this one is my favorite by far.

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  • Posted August 24, 2011

    Wonderful book and has withstood the test of time.

    I read this book many years ago and it is awesome, one of her best. The problem that have is Ms. Heyer's books are listed in the "Steals and Deals" and "under $5.00" section. Last time I was in school $13.00 was more than $5.00. These books must really be $.99 vice $9.99 or Barnes and Noble has very poor math skills. Great book but not worth the $13.00 plus price.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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