The Masqueraders

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"A treasure beyond price. The Masqueraders is a wicked delight, worth more than its weight in gold."
?Anne Stuart

Such a daring escape?

Their infamous adventurer father has taught Prudence Tremaine and her brother Robin to be masters of disguise. Ending up on the wrong side of the Jacobite rebellion, brother and sister flee to London, ...

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Overview

"A treasure beyond price. The Masqueraders is a wicked delight, worth more than its weight in gold."
—Anne Stuart

Such a daring escape…

Their infamous adventurer father has taught Prudence Tremaine and her brother Robin to be masters of disguise. Ending up on the wrong side of the Jacobite rebellion, brother and sister flee to London, Prudence pretending to be a dashing young buck, and Robin a lovely young lady.

Could cost them both their hearts…

Then Prudence meets the elegant Sir Anthony Fanshawe, and Robin becomes the mysterious hero of the charming Letitia Grayson, and in order to have what they truly want, the two masqueraders must find a way to unmask themselves without losing their lives…

"What with elopements, rescues, duels, and cards, the story goes excitingly; and finally the magnificent but dubious father proves himself a Viscount. It is a picturesque and engaging story."
—THE SPECTATOR

PRAISE FOR GEORGETTE HEYER:

"Our Georgette Heyer display of the Sourcebooks reprints has been a huge success, not only to those early fans like myself, but to many new readers who appreciate her style and wit."
Nancy Olson, Quail Ridge Books, Raleigh, NC

"Reading Georgette Heyer is the next best thing to reading Jane Austen."
Publishers Weekly

"Wonderful characters, elegant, witty writing, perfect period detail, and rapturously romantic. Georgette Heyer achieves what the rest of us only aspire to."
Katie Fforde

WHAT READERS SAY:

"Heyer manages to make us believe in this entertaining masquerade of the siblings posing each as a member of the opposite sex. Very true to the period indeed. Strongly recommended."

"Such a great book-the ultimate romantic, swashbuckling, identity-swapping fantasy."

"A must-read for Heyer fans."

"Anyone who loves Shakespeare's Viola (and who thinks Shakespeare didn't give her enough to do in Twelfth Night) will enjoy Georgette Heyer's heroine Prudence."

"I wore the cover out on this one almost forty years ago. Believe me, Ms Heyer stands the test of time!"

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Editorial Reviews

Bloody Bad Books
I love the characters of this novel over anything else.
— Katrina Hall
Books I Done Read
Heyer! You are a fount of easy, fabulous reads!
— Raych
Jane Austen's World
A delightful romp from beginning to end.
Christy's Book Blog
Sword fighting, cross dressing, secret identities, abductions, people being thrown out of carriages - this book had it all. Good, good fun!
— Christy Babinksi
Books Like Breathing
Heyer is a comedy master... Funny yet plausible at the same time.
— Grace Loiacono
Starting Fresh
A fun escape.
— Gaby Lupus
Revenge of the Book Nerds
Witty, sparkling, laugh-out-loud funny and romantic.
— Jaime Huff
Laura's Reviews
A fun tale of adventurers that is filled with romance, disguises, swash buckling duels, and highwaymen.
— Laura Gerold
Austenesque Reviews
Georgette Heyer is quite the proficient when it comes to historical fiction and romantic romps.
— Meredith Esparza
Martha's Bookshelf
The plot twists are great fun and the story is full of action.
— Martha Eskuchen
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402219504
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 12/1/2009
  • Pages: 325
  • Sales rank: 218,490
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 8.02 (h) x 0.88 (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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A Lady in Distress

It had begun to rain an hour ago, a fine driving mist with the sky grey above. The gentleman riding beside the chaise surveyed the clouds placidly. ‘Faith, it's a wonderful climate,' he remarked of no one in particular.

The grizzled serving man who rode some paces to the rear spurred up to him. ‘Best put up for the night, sir,' he grunted. ‘There's an inn a mile or two on.'

The window of the chaise was let down with a clatter, and a lady looked out. ‘Child, you'll be wet,' she said to her cavalier. ‘How far to Norman Cross?'

The serving man rode up close to the chaise. ‘Another hour, ma'am. I'm saying we'd best put up for the night.'

‘I'd as soon make Norman Cross,' said the gentleman, ‘for all it's plaguily damp.'

‘There's an inn close by, as I remember,' the servant repeated, addressing himself to the lady.

‘En avant, then. Produce me the inn,' the lady said. ‘Give you joy of your England, Peter my little man.'

The gentleman laughed. ‘Oh, it's a comforting spot, Kate.'

The inn came soon into sight, a square white house glimmering through the dusk. There were lights in the windows, and a post-chaise drawn up in the court before it.

The gentleman came lightly down from the saddle. He was of medium height, and carried himself well. He had a neat leg encased in a fine riding boot, and a slender hand in an embroidered gauntlet.

There was straightway a bustle at the inn. An ostler came running; mine host appeared in the porch with a bow and a scrape and a waiting man sped forth to assist in letting down the steps of the chaise.

‘Two bedchambers, for myself and my sister,' said the gentleman. ‘Dinner, and a private room.'

Consternation was in the landlord's face. ‘Bedchambers, sir. Yes — on the instant! Polly, the two best bedchambers, and fires to be lit in them!' A serving maid went scuttling off. ‘Sir, the private room!' Mine host bowed, and spread a pair of deprecating hands. ‘But this moment, sir, it was bespoken by a lady and a gentleman travelling north.' He looked slyly, and cast down his eyes. ‘But they stay only for dinner, sir, and if your honour and the lady would condescend to the coffee-room? There's never a soul likely to come to-night, and 'twill be private enough.'

There was a rustle of skirts. My lady came down from the chaise with a hand on her servant's shoulder. ‘The coffee-room or any other so I get out of this wet!' she cried, and swept into the inn with her cavalier behind her.

They found themselves straight in a comfortable large room. There was a table set, and a wood fire burning in the hearth. A door led out into a passage at the back, where the stairs rose steeply, and another to one side, giving on to the taproom.

A trim girl in a mob cap brought more candles, and dropped a shy curtsey to the lady. ‘If you please, my lady, should I take your ladyship's cloak? Your ladyship's abigail...?'

‘Alack, the creature's not with me!' mourned Madam Kate. ‘Take the cloak up to my chamber, child. So!' She put back the hood from her head, and untied the strings round her throat. The cloak was given to the maid; Madam stood up in a taffety gown of blue spread over a wide hoop. She wore her fair ringlets en demie toilette, free from powder, with a blue ribbon threaded through, and a couple of curls allowed to fall over her shoulder. The maid thought her a prodigiously lovely lady and bobbed another curtsey before she went away with the cloak.

My lady's brother gave his three-cornered hat into his servant's keeping, and struggled out of his greatcoat. He was much of his sister's height, a little taller perhaps, and like enough to her in appearance. His hair was of a darker brown, confined demurely at the neck by a black riband; and his eyes showed more grey than blue in the candlelight. Young he seemed, for his cheek was innocent of all but the faintest down; but he had a square shoulder, and a good chin, rounded, but purposeful enough. The landlord, following him into the coffee-room, was profuse in apologies and obeisances, for he recognised a member of the Quality. The lady wore a fine silk gown, and Mr Merriot a modish coat of brown velvet, with gold lacing, and a quantity of Mechlin lace at his throat and wrists. A pretty pair, in all, with the easy ways of the Quality, and a humorous look about the eyes that made them much alike. The landlord began to talk of capons and his best burgundy, and was sent off to produce them.

Miss Merriot sat down by the fire, and stretched one foot in its buckled shoe to the blaze. There was a red heel to her shoe, and marvellous embroidered clocks to her silken stockings. ‘So!' said Miss Merriot. ‘How do you, my Peter?'

‘I don't melt in a shower of rain, I believe,' Peter said, and sat down on the edge of the table, swinging one booted leg.

‘No, faith, child, there's too much of you for that.'

The gentleman's rich chuckle sounded. ‘I'm sufficiently substantial, in truth,' he remarked. He drew out his gold and enamelled snuff-box from one of his huge coat pockets, and took a pinch with an air, delicately shaking the ruffles of lace back from his wrists. A ruby ring glowed on one of his long fingers, while on the other hand he wore a big gold seal ring. A smile crept up into his eyes, and lurked at the corners of his mouth. ‘I'd give something to know where the old gentleman is,' he said.

‘Safe enough, I'll be bound,' Madam answered, and laughed. ‘It's the devil himself, I believe, and will appear in London to snap his fingers under the noses of all King George's men.'

‘Fie, Kate: my poor, respected papa!' Mr Merriot was not shocked. He fobbed his snuff-box and put it away. A faint crease showed between his brows. ‘For all he named London — egad, 'tis like his impudence! — it's odds he's gone to France.'

‘I don't permit myself to hope too much,' said Miss Merriot, with a smile at once dreamy and a little impish. ‘He'll be there to lead us another of his mad dances. If not...I've a mind to try our own fortunes.'

‘In truth, I've a kindness for the old gentleman,' said Mr Merriot pensively. ‘His dances lead somewhere.'

‘To lost causes.' There was a hint of bitterness in the tone.

Mr Merriot looked up. ‘Ay, you've taken it to heart.'

‘Not I.' Kate jerked a shoulder as though to shake something off. ‘We went into it — egad, why did we go into it?'

‘Ask the old gentleman,' said Mr Merriot, the slow smile creeping up again. ‘He had a loyal fervour, belike.'

Kate drew down the corners of her mouth. ‘It's a pleasing image. He meant it for a beau geste, I dare swear. And we? Well, I suppose we went willy nilly into the net.'

‘I don't regret it. The old gentleman meddled in Saxe's affairs, but we came out of that net.'

‘That was in the nature of adventuring. This —' Kate paused. ‘Bah, I hate lost causes! It was different.'

‘For you?' Mr Merriot lifted an eyebrow. ‘Did you want the Prince, child?'

‘We fought for him while it lasted. He had the right. But now it's over, and the Butcher's made a shambles of the North, and there are those who have died on Tower Hill, while we — we try our fortunes, and the old gentleman weaves us a fresh net. I believe I'll turn respectable.'

‘Alack, we were made for sobriety!' said Mr Merriot.

Came the landlord, and a serving maid with dinner. Covers were laid, and a cork drawn. Miss Merriot and her brother sat down to fat capons and a generous pasty. They were left presently toying with sweetmeats and their wine. The maid bore off all that remained of the capons through the door that led into the passage. The door was left ajar and allowed a glimpse of another door, across the passageway. From behind it came the sound of a lady's voice raised in protest.

‘I won't, I tell you!' it said. ‘I won't!'

There came the sound of a deeper voice, half coaxing, half bullying; then the lady cried out again, on a hysterical note of panic. ‘I won't go with you! You sh-shan't elope with me against my will! Take me home! Oh please, Mr Markham, take me home!'

Miss Merriot looked at her brother. He got up, and went unhurriedly to the door, and stood listening.

The man's voice was raised now in anger. ‘By God, Letty, you shan't fool me like that!'

Following on a crash from behind the closed door as of a fist banged on the table, came a choked, imploring murmur.

‘No!' barked the man's voice. ‘If I have to gag you, to Gretna you'll go, Letty! D'you think I'm fool enough to let you slip through my fingers now?'

Mr Merriot turned his head. ‘My dear, I believe I don't like the noisy gentleman,' he said calmly.

Madam Kate listened to a cry of: ‘My papa will come! I won't marry you, oh, I won't!' and a faint frown was between her eyes.

There came the sound of a coarse laugh. Evidently the gentleman had been drinking. ‘I think you will,' he said significantly.

Miss Merriot bit one finger nail. ‘It seems we must interfere, my Peter.'

Peter looked rueful, and drew his sword a little way out of the scabbard.

‘No, no, child, put up!' said Madam, laughing. ‘We know a trick worth two of that. We must have the fox out of his earth, though.'

‘Stay you there,' said her brother, and went out into the courtyard, and called to John, his servant.

John came.

‘Who's the owner of the post-chaise, John?' inquired Mr Merriot.

The answer was severe. ‘It's a Mr Markham, sir, running off to Gretna with a rich heiress, so they say. And the lady not out of her teens. There's wickedness!'

‘John's propriety is offended,' murmured Miss Merriot. ‘We will dispose, John, since God seems unwilling. I want a stir made.'

‘Best not meddle,' said John phlegmatically. ‘We've meddled enough.'

‘A cry of fire,' mused Mr Merriot. ‘Fire or footpads. Where do I lie hid?'

‘Oh, are you with me already?' admired Kate. ‘Let me have a fire, John, or a parcel of daring footpads, and raise the ostlers.'

John fetched a sigh. ‘We've played that trick once before. Will you never be still?'

Mr Merriot laughed. ‘It's a beauty in distress, John, and Kate must be up and doing.'

A grunt only was vouchsafed, and the glimmering of a grim smile. John went out. Arose presently in the courtyard a shout, and a glow, and quickly uproar.

‘Now I wonder how he made that fire?' said Miss Merriot, amused.

‘There's a shed and some straw. Enough for John. Well, it's a fine stir.' Mr Merriot went to the window. ‘Mine host leads the household out in force. The wood's so damp 'twill be out in a moment. Do your part, sister.' Mr Merriot vanished into the deserted taproom.

Miss Merriot added then to the stir by a scream, close followed by another, and a cry of: — ‘Fire, fire! Help, oh help!'

The door across the passage was burst open, and a dark gentleman strode out. ‘What in hell's name?' he began. His face was handsome in the swarthy style, but flushed now with wine. His eye lighted on Miss Merriot, and a smell of burning assailed his nostrils. ‘What's the noise? Gad, is the place on fire?' He came quickly into the coffee-room, and received Miss Merriot in his unwilling arms. Miss Merriot neatly tripped up her chair, and with a moan of ‘Save me!' collapsed onto Mr Markham's chest.

He grasped the limp form perforce, and found it a dead weight on his arm. His companion, a slim child of no more than eighteen, ran to the window. ‘Oh, 'tis only an old shed caught fire away to the right!' she said.

Mr Markham strove to restore the fainting Miss Merriot. ‘Compose yourself, madam! For God's sake, no vapours! There's no danger. Damnation, Letty, pick the chair up!'

Miss Letty came away from the window towards Miss Merriot's fallen chair. Mr Markham was tightly clasping that unconscious lady, wrath at his own helpless predicament adding to the already rich colour in his face.

‘The devil take the woman, she weighs a ton!' swore Mr Markham. ‘Pick the chair up, I say!'

Miss Letty bent to take hold of it. She heard a door open behind her, and turning saw Mr Merriot.

Of a sudden Miss Merriot came to life. In round-eyed astonishment Miss Letty saw that lady no longer inanimate, but seemingly struggling to be free.

Mr Merriot was across the floor in a moment.

‘Unhand my sister, sir!' cried he in a wonderful fury.

Miss Merriot was thrust off. ‘God's Life, 'twas herself —' began Mr Markham, but got no further. His chin came into sudden contact with Mr Merriot's sword hilt, nicely delivered, and Mr Markham fell heavily all amongst the table legs.

‘Oh, neatly done, i'faith!' vowed Miss Merriot. ‘Down like an ox, as I live! Set the coach forward, Peter, and you, child, upstairs with you to my chamber.'

Miss Letty's hand was caught in a firm clasp. Quite bewildered she was swirled away by the competent Miss Merriot.

Miss Merriot's brother put up his sword, and went out into the court. John seemed to rise up out of the gloom to meet him. ‘All well, sir?'

Mr Merriot nodded. ‘Where's the dear gentleman's chaise, John?'

John jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

‘Horses put to?' inquired Mr Merriot.

‘Ay, they're ready to be off. The men are in the taproom — it's dry they are after the great fire. There's an ostler to the horses' heads.'

‘I don't want that ostler there,' said Mr Merriot. ‘Drive the chaise past Stilton, John, and hide it somewhere where the gentleman won't find it too soon.'

‘Hide a chaise and horses, is it?' John growled.

‘It is, John,' said Mr Merriot serenely. ‘Tell that ostler that I want a horse saddled on the instant. One of our own, if need be. I shall set the dear gentleman after you, John. God speed you.'

‘Ah, it's a mad couple you are!' said John, but he moved away to where the lights of the chaise shone. Mr Merriot heard him give the order to the ostler, and offer to hold the horses' heads. He heard the ostler run off towards the stables and himself turned back into the coffee-room smiling placidly.

Miss Merriot had come downstairs again and was standing by the fallen Mr Markham calmly surveying him. ‘Well, child, is it done?' she asked.

The clatter of horses and the rumble of wheels on the cobbles answered her. John was off; they heard the chaise roll away down the road to London. Miss Merriot laughed and dropped her brother a mock curtsey. ‘My compliments, child. It's you have the head, indeed. Now what to do for the poor gentleman? Water, my Peter, and a napkin. Observe me all solicitude.' She sank down on to the floor, and lifted Mr Markham's head into her lap. Mr Merriot was chuckling again as he handed her the water, and a napkin.

The landlord came hurrying in, and stared in horror at what he saw. ‘Sir — madam! The gentleman's coach is off! Oh law, madam! The gentleman!'

‘Off is it?' Mr Merriot was interested. ‘Tut, tut! And the lady in it, belike?'

The landlord's jaw dropped. ‘Ay, that would be it! But what's come to the gentleman, sir? Good lord, sir, never say —'

‘The poor gentleman!' said Miss Merriot, holding a wet napkin to Mr Markham's brow. ‘'Twas the drink turned the head on his shoulders, I dare swear. An accident, host. I believe he won't die of it.'

‘A warning to all abductors,' said Mr Merriot piously.

A gleam of understanding shot into the landlord's eyes. ‘Sir, he'll be raving mad when he comes to.'

‘A warning to you, good fellow, not to be by,' said Mr Merriot.

There was significance in Mr Merriot's voice. It occurred to mine host that the less he knew of the matter the better it might be for himself, on all sides. He went out discreetly at what time Mr Markham gave vent to a faint groan.

Mr Markham came slowly back to consciousness, and opened heavy eyes. He did not at once remember much, but he was aware of a swollen jaw-bone which hurt him. A cool hand was placed on his brow, and something wet was laid on his sore chin. He rolled his eyes upwards, groaning, and saw a fair face bent over him, framed in golden ringlets. He stared up at it, trying to collect his bemused wits, and vaguely it seemed to him that he had seen that face before, with its fine, rather ironical blue eyes, and its curiously square chin. He blinked, and frowned in the effort to pull himself together, and saw the delicate mouth smile.

‘Thank God you are better!' came a cooing voice. ‘I have been in an agony! Dear sir, pray lie still; 'twas a cruel blow, and oh the misunderstanding! Peter, a glass of wine for the gentleman! There, sir, let me but raise your head.'

Mr Markham allowed it, perforce, and sipped at the wine held to his lips. Some of the mists were clearing from his brain. He raised himself on his elbow, and looked round.

‘Oh, you are much better!' cooed the voice. ‘But gently, sir. Don't, I implore you, overtax your strength.'

Mr Markham's gaze came to rest on a flowered waistcoat. He put a hand to his head, and his eyes travelled slowly up the waistcoat to Mr Merriot's grave face. Mr Merriot was on one knee, glass of wine in hand; Mr Merriot looked all concern.

Recollection came. ‘Burn it, you're the fellow —' Mr Markham's hand went to his jaw; he glared at Peter Merriot. ‘Did you — By God, sir, did you — ?'

‘Let me help you to a chair, sir,' said Mr Merriot gently. ‘In truth you are shaken, and no wonder. Sir, I cannot sufficiently beg your pardon.'

Mr Markham was on his feet now, dizzy and bewildered. ‘Was it you knocked me down, sir? Answer me that!' he panted.

‘Alas, sir, I did!' said Mr Merriot. ‘I came in to find my sister struggling, as I thought, in your arms. Can you blame me, sir? My action was the impulse of the moment.'

Mr Markham was put into a chair. He fought for words, a hand still held to his jaw. ‘Struggling? she flung herself at me in a swoon!' he burst out.

Miss Merriot was kneeling at his feet, napkin in hand. Mr Markham thrust it aside with an impotent snarl. ‘You have the right to be angry, sir,' sighed Miss Merriot. ‘'Twas all my folly, but oh sir, when the bustle started, and they were crying fire without I scarce knew what I did!' Her fair head was bent in modest confusion. Mr Markham did not heed her.

‘Blame you? blame you? Yes, sir, I can!' he said wrathfully. ‘A damnable little puppy to — to —' Words failed him; he sat nursing his jaw and fuming.

Mr Merriot said haughtily: — ‘You're heated sir, and I believe excusably. I don't heed what you say therefore. I have asked your pardon for a mistake — understandable, I contend — that I made.'

‘Puppy!' snapped Mr Markham, and drank off the rest of the wine in the glass. It seemed to restore him. He got up unsteadily and his hot gaze swept round again. ‘Letty!' he shot out. ‘Where is the girl?'

‘Dear sir, indeed you are not yourself yet!' Miss Merriot laid a soothing hand on his arm. ‘There is no girl here save myself.'

She was shaken off. ‘No girl, you say?' roared Mr Markham, and went blundering towards the room across the passage. ‘Letty!' he shouted. ‘Letty, I say! Hell and damnation, her cloak's gone!' He came back, his face dark with rage and suspicion, and caught at Mr Merriot's straight shoulder. ‘Out with it! Where is she? Where have you hidden her? You don't trick me, my fine sir!'

Miss Merriot, hovering watchfully, cast herself between them, and clung to her brother. ‘No, no!' she cried. ‘No swords, I do beseech you. Sir, you are raving! There is no girl here that I have seen.'

Mr Merriot put his sister aside. ‘But wait!' he said slowly. ‘As I remember there was a lady in the room as I came in. A child with black hair. My sister was overwrought, sir, and maybe forgets. Yes, there was a lady.' He looked round as though he expected to see her lurking in some corner.

‘Damme, it won't serve!' cried out the infuriated Mr Markham, and went striding off to the door that led into the taproom, calling loudly for the landlord.

Mine host came quickly, with an uneasy look in his face. In answer to Mr Markham's furious query he said nervously that in the scare of the fire someone had driven off with his worship's chaise, and he doubted but that the lady was in it.

Mr Markham swung round to face Peter Merriot again, and there came a red light into his eyes, while his hand fumbled at his sword hilt. ‘Ah, you're in this!' he snarled.

Mr Merriot paused in the act of taking snuff. ‘Your pardon, sir?' he asked in some surprise. ‘A lady gone off in your post-chaise, and myself in it? I don't understand you, sir. Who is the lady, and why should she go off so? Why, it's churlish of her, I protest.'

Mr Markham seemed undecided. ‘It's no business of yours,' he said savagely. ‘But if I find 'twas you did it. — Which way did the chaise go?'

‘To — towards London, sir,' nervously answered mine host. ‘But 'tis only what Tom says. I didn't see myself, and indeed, sir —'

Mr Markham said something between his teeth at which mine host cast a horrified glance at Miss Merriot. The lady appeared to be unmoved. ‘Saddle me a horse at once! Where's my hat?'

Light dawned on Mr Merriot. ‘Egad, it's a runaway, Kate. Faith, sir, it seems my — er — impetuosity was indeed ill-timed. A horse, of course! You should be up with the chaise soon enough. A horse for the gentleman!' Mr Merriot swept out into the court, bearing mine host before him.

‘It's ready saddled, sir, but Tom says the gentleman ordered it half an hour since,' said the puzzled landlord.

‘Saddled and ready, eh? Then see it brought round to the door, for the gentleman's in a hurry.'

‘Yes, sir, but how came it that the horse was bespoke when the gentleman was a-laying like one dead?'

‘Bespoke? A ruse, man, a ruse, and your man in madam's pay very like. Best keep your mouth shut. Ah, behold the bereft gentleman!'

Mr Markham came stamping out with his hat rammed over his nose, and managed to hoist himself into the saddle with the assistance of two scared ostlers. He gathered the bridle up, and turned to glare down upon Mr Merriot. ‘I'll settle with you later,' he promised ferociously, and setting spurs to his horse dashed off into the darkness.

Miss Merriot came out to lay a hand on her brother's shoulder. ‘The dear gentleman!' she remarked. ‘Very well, child, but what next?'

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Table of Contents

One: A Lady in Distress Two: Arrival of a Large Gentleman Three: My Lady Lowestoft Four: Mistress Prudence to Herself Five: Sir Humphrey Grayson Waits Upon Mr Merriot Six: The Polite World Receives Mr and Miss Merriot Seven: A Taste of a Large Gentleman's Temper Eight: The Black Domino Nine: Mohocks Abroad Ten: Sudden and Startling Appearance of the Old Gentleman Eleven: My Lord Barham in Arlington Street Twelve: Passage of Arms Between Prudence and Sir Anthony Thirteen: Encounter at White's Fourteen: My Lord Barham Becomes Mysterious Fifteen: Challenge to Mr Merriot Sixteen: Unaccountable Behaviour of Sir Anthony Fanshawe Seventeen: Sad Falling Out of Friends Eighteen: The Large Gentleman is Awake Nineteen: Meeting in Arlington Street Twenty: Ingenuity of my Lord Barham Twenty-one: Proceedings of Mr Markham Twenty-two: Tortuous Methods of my Lord Barham Twenty-three: The Fight By Moonlight Twenty-four: Return of Miss Grayson Twenty-five: Mystery of the Masked Man Twenty-six: Arrest of Mr Merriot Twenty-seven: Violence on the King's High Road Twenty-eight: Exit Miss Merriot Twenty-nine: The Ride Through the Night Thirty: Triumph of Lord Barham Thirty-one: The Honourable Robin Tremaine Thirty-two: Journey's End

The late Georgette Heyer was a very private woman. Her historical novels have charmed and delighted millions of readers for decades, though she rarely reached out to the public to discuss her works or private life. It is known that she was born in Wimbledon in August 1902, and her first novel, The Black Moth, was published in 1921.

Heyer published 56 books over the next 53 years, until her death from lung cancer in 1974. Heyer's large volume of works included Regency romances, mysteries and historical fiction. Known also 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 mining engineer, and they had one son together, Richard.

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  • Posted January 8, 2010

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    Small deceptions, abductions, the threat of exposure - a thoroughly fun escape!

    Published in 1928 and one of Georgette Heyer's earlier novels, The Masqueraders introduces us to the incomparable brother and sister pair known as Prudence and Robin Merriot.

    The book opens late one evening, with Prudence and Robin escaping the weather at an inn in the middle of nowhere. They overhear a young girl pleading with an aggressive suitor. It quickly becomes apparent while the young heiress may have willingly chosen to run off with the young man, Letty Grayson has had a change of heart. The suitor is enamored of her beautiful looks and large fortune and does not intend to let her go. Prudence and Robin quickly devise and execute a daring rescue plan. When Miss Grayson's rescuer Sir Tony Fanshawe arrives on the scene shortly thereafter, Prudence and Robin have the situation well in hand.

    Letty Grayson considers Tony to be the man her father would choose for her and dismisses him as staid and respectable. But the astute Prudence sees something special in Sir Tony Fanshawe. And Letty Grayson finds a mysterious hero in Robin. While Robin and Prudence decide to spend some time in London with their new friends, they are constrained by their past adventures. As their father's mistakes and their escapades threaten to expose them, Prudence and Tony are aware that this time the stakes are painfully high and they are both in danger of losing their hearts.

    With Prudence dressing as a young boy and Robin dressing as a young girl, the many costume changes, the small deceptions, the abductions, and the threat of exposure, this is a fun escape. Georgette Heyer's The Masqueraders is the sort of lighthearted comedy that I thoroughly enjoy.

    ISBN-10: 1402219504
    Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca; Reprint edition (December 1, 2009), 336 pages.
    Review copy provided by the publisher.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 20, 2014

    This is my second Georgette Heyer book¿the first one I read was

    This is my second Georgette Heyer book—the first one I read was the fabulous and hilarious The Grand Sophy—and The Masqueraders, narrated by the animated voice of Ruth Stillers, is a delightful, funny, and energetic historical intrigue.
    I agreed to review this romance not knowing anything about its plot at all. And, as a result, I have to admit that I was confused as to who was who at first in this story of disguise and mystery. Following the Jacobite Rebellion in 1745, Prudence and Robin Tremaine, devoted and quick-witted sister and brother, have fled France for England disguised respectively as a young man and young woman: Peter and Kate Merriot. They await further instructions from their father, the brazen and supremely confident “Old Gentleman,” (Prue and Robin’s tongue-in-cheek endearment for him) and live their lives on the edge, fearing discovery at every turn. But both are so elegant, refined, and smart that their adventures and mishaps are engrossing to read and make for a pleasing and captivating story.
    We’re thrown right into the brash adventures of these witty siblings when they save the very young and high-strung Lady Letitia Grayson from an unwanted elopement with her erstwhile fiancé, the insidious Mr. Markham.* The voice that Ruth Stillers gives Markham is fantastically over-the-top and most appropriate to the villain he is while Letitia’s hapless and helpless maiden is also spot-on and teeters on the farcical, but in a good way. This rescue scene sets the tone for wild madcap fun that infuses the entire story from beginning to end; it’s a joy to listen to.
    The frequent descriptions of Sir Anthony Fanshawe, a friend of Letitia’s who comes to her rescue, as a “large gentleman,” almost becomes a running joke between Prue and Robin. Fanshawe is a consummate and observant gentleman who quickly figures out that Peter Merriot is actually a woman. The romance between him and Prudence is sweet, considerate, and mature but I had a hard time believing that the intelligent Robin could fall for the empty-headed Letitia. But perhaps he is simply a man of his time falling for a pretty face, and Letitia is the perfectly innocent and kindhearted young lady.
    Ruth Stillers is a new narrator to me and I truly enjoyed her lovely interpretation. Her light and sweet voice lends the perfect sparkle and verve to this lively historical romp with all its theatricality, at times serious, at other times witty, which often made me smile in amusement. This is why I read historical romance. It’s a great tribute to Stillers as an actress to be able to read so many different characters with distinction and great personality, of both sexes, especially the challenging dual character personas of Robin and Prudence as Kate and Peter Merriot.
    This audiobook is a real treat for all lovers of Regency historical romance.
    *I just finished reading about an entirely different and delightful Markham in Juliana Gray’s How to School Your Scoundrel.
    A modified version of this review first appeared on Romantic Historical Reviews.

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    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2013

    Swine &Formality

    STORY is every thing. You rock as storytellers

    Fiasco is what occurs when you will not let the story be told.

    I can catch a tude, quick, fast, & in a hurry. Dick Francis will never write meanother read Rbt. Hnln, my list is as long as the 60yrs of my life. Please donot allow pub. & mrktr to destroy your saleability by whispers of non sales if u tell us what the story will b.
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    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2012

    Loved the characters, enjoyed the plot - good read.

    I've become a big Heyer fan recently, and this one did not disappoint my high expectations. I truly love a heroine who can keep her head in any emergency, and that describes Prue to a T. Sir Anthony is a pleasing hero, too, whose love for the heroine is founded on respect and admiration for her courage and wits. Overall this was a very satisfying read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2012

    Absolutely delightful!

    This is my third favorite Georgette Heyer, after These Old Shades and Devil's Cub. I loved it as much reading it again as I did the first time (you can't say that about many books)!!! The interplay between the characters was as deft and sparkling as a Shakespearian comedy (or at times, good swordplay), and - oh! - the unmasking at the end (in more ways than one!) - absolutely delightful!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    Another clever plot from Georgette Heyer

    As with all Georgette Heyer books, the plot was clever and the characters lively with a thread of romance throughout. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and highly recommend this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2012

    The great con...or is it?

    plot here is almost more important than character, except for "the old gentleman", and , boy is he a character! Masquerading as members of the opposite sex, a Zorro- type figure who appears when needed, and 2 romantic couples make this a good read. And who really IS the old gentleman?

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  • Posted September 7, 2011

    Georgette Heyer one of the best now on e books......

    Heyer is a fantastic writer,ive enjoyed her books for 50 yrs and am so pleased,that i can now have them on e books,my paperbacks are getting pretty ragged,thank you for digitizing the oldies......

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2003

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    This was the first Heyer I ever read, and from that point I began looking for any other title written by her. This story has wonderful atmosphere, a perfect sense of history/historical dialogue, and several great twists. A must for any fan of Heyer's Georgian/Regency novels.

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