by Georgette Heyer


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"Whenever I wish I could just chuck it all and live in a world of quick-witted characters, handsome gentlemen and elegant drawing rooms, I curl up with a cup of tea and Georgette Heyer. She never fails to transport me there." —New York Times bestselling author Laura Kinsale

Georgette Heyer is known as the "Queen of Regency Romance".

Daughter of a modest country clergyman, Arabella Tallant is on her way to London when her carriage breaks down outside the hunting lodge of the wealthy Mr. Robert Beaumaris. Her pride stung when she overhears a remark of her host's, Arabella pretends to be an heiress, a pretense that deeply amuses the jaded Beau.

To counter her white lie, Beaumaris launches her into high society and thereby subjects her to all kinds of fortune hunters. When compassionate Arabella rescues such unfortunate creatures as a mistreated chimney sweep and a mixed-breed mongrel, she foists them upon Beaumaris, who finds he rather enjoys the role of rescuer and is soon given the opportunity to prove his mettle in the person of Arabella's impetuous young brother...

The Georgette Heyer Signature Collection is a fresh celebration of an author who has charmed tens of millions of readers with her delightful sense of humor and unique take on Regency romance. Includes fun and fascinating bonus content—a glossary of Regency slang, a Reading Group Guide, and an Afterword by official biographer Jennifer Kloester sharing insights into what Georgette herself thought of Arabella and what was going on in her life as she was writing.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781492677635
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 09/04/2018
Series: The Georgette Heyer Signature Collection
Edition description: Signed
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 151,184
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Georgette Heyer's novels have charmed and delighted millions of readers for decades. English Heritage has awarded Georgette Heyer one of their prestigious Blue Plaques, designating her Wimbledon home as the residence of an important figure in British history. 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 last book, My Lord John, was published posthumously in 1975. A very private woman, she rarely reached out to the public to discuss her works or personal life. 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. She was married to George Ronald Rougier, a barrister, and they had one son, Richard.

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By Georgette Heyer

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-83555-8

Chapter One

The schoolroom in the Parsonage at Heythram was not a large apartment, but on a bleak January day, in a household where the consumption of coals was a consideration, this was not felt by its occupants to be a disadvantage. Quite a modest fire in the high, barred grate made it unnecessary for all but one of the four young ladies present to huddle shawls round their shoulders.

But Elizabeth, the youngest of the Reverend Henry Tallant's handsome daughters, was suffering from the earache, and, besides stuffing a roasted onion into the afflicted orifice, had swathed her head and neck in an old Cashmere shawl. She lay curled up on an aged sofa, with her head on a worn red cushion, and from time to time uttered a long-suffering sigh, to which none of her sisters paid any heed.

Betsy was known to be sickly. It was thought that the climate of Yorkshire did not agree with her constitution, and since she spent the greater part of the winter suffering from a variety of minor ills her delicacy was regarded by all but her mama as a commonplace.

There were abundant signs, littered over the table in the centre of the room, that the young ladies had retired to this cosy, shabby apartment to hem shirts, but only one of them, the eldest, was thus engaged. In a chair on one side of the fireplace, Miss Margaret Tallant, a buxom fifteen-year-old, was devouring the serial story in a bound volume of The Ladies' Monthly Museum, with her fingers stuffed in her ears; and seated opposite to Miss Arabella, her stitchery lying neglected on the table before her, sat Miss Sophia, reading aloud from another volume of this instructive periodical.

"I must say, Bella," she remarked, momentarily lowering the book, "I find this most perplexing! Only listen to what it says here! 'We have presented our subscribers with fashions of the newest pattern, not such as shall violate the laws of propriety and decorum, but such as shall assist the smile of good humour, and give an additional charm to the carriage of benevolence. Economy ought to be the order of the day-' And then, if you please, there is a picture of the most ravishing evening-gown-Do but look at it, Bella!-and it says that the Russian bodice is of blue satin, fastened in front with diamonds! Well!"

Her sister obediently raised her eyes from the wristband she was hemming, and critically scanned the willowy giantess depicted amongst the Fashion Notes. Then she sighed, and once more bent her dark head over her work. "Well, if that is their notion of economy, I am sure I couldn't go to London, even if my godmother invited me. And I know she won't," she said fatalistically.

"You must and you shall go!" declared Sophy, in accents of strong resolution. "Only think what it may mean to all of us if you do!"

"Yes, but I won't go looking like a dowd," objected Arabella, "and if I am obliged to have diamond fastenings to my bodices, you know very well-"

"Oh, stuff! I daresay that is the extreme of fashion, or perhaps they are made of paste! And in any event this is one of the older numbers. I know I saw in one of them that jewelry is no longer worn in the mornings, so very likely - Where is that volume? Margaret, you have it! Do, pray, give it to me! You are by far too young to be interested in such things!"

Margaret uncorked her ears to snatch the book out of her sister's reach. "No! I'm reading the serial story!"

"Well, you should not. You know Papa does not like us to read romances."

"If it comes to that," retorted Margaret, "he would be excessively grieved to find you reading nothing better than the latest models!"

They looked at one another; Sophy's lip quivered. "Dear Meg, do pray give it to me, only for a moment!"

"Well, I will when I have finished the Narrative of Augustus Waldstein," said Margaret. "But only for a moment, mind!"

"Wait, I know there is something here to the purpose!" said Arabella, dropping her work to flick over the pages of the volume abandoned by Sophia.

"'Method of Preserving Milk by Horse-Radish ... White Wax for the Nails ... Human Teeth placed to Stumps ...' Yes, here it is! Now, listen, Meg! 'Where a Female has in early life dedicated her attention to novel-reading she is unfit to become the companion of a man of sense, or to conduct a family with propriety and decorum.' There!" She looked up, the prim pursing of her lips enchantingly belied by her dancing eyes.

"I am sure Mama is not unfit to be the companion of a man of sense!" cried Margaret indignantly. "And she reads novels! And even Papa does not find The Wanderer objectionable, or Mrs Edgeworth's Tales."

"No, but he did not like it when he found Bella reading The Hungarian Brothers, or The Children of the Abbey," said Sophia, seizing the opportunity to twitch The Ladies' Monthly Museum out of her sister's slackened grasp. "He said there was a great deal of nonsense in such books, and that the moral tone was sadly lacking."

"Moral tone is not lacking in the serial I am reading!" declared Margaret, quite ruffled. "Look what it says there, near the bottom of the page! 'Albert! be purity of character your duty!' I am sure he could not dislike that!"

Arabella rubbed the tip of her nose. "Well, I think he would say it was fustian," she remarked candidly. "But do give the book back to her, Sophy!"

"I will, when I have found what I'm looking for. Besides, it was I who had the happy notion to borrow the volumes from Mrs Caterham, so - Yes, here it is! It says that only jewelry of very plain workmanship is worn in the mornings nowadays." She added, on a note of doubt: "I daresay the fashions don't change so very fast, even in London. This number is only three years old."

The sufferer on the sofa sat up cautiously. "But Bella hasn't got any jewelry, has she?"

This observation, delivered with all the bluntness natural in a damsel of only nine summers, threw a blight over the company.

"I have the gold locket and chain with the locks of Papa's and Mama's hair in it," said Arabella defensively.

"If you had a tiara, and a - a cestus, and an armlet to match it, it might answer," said Sophy. "There is a toilet described here with just those ornaments."

Her three sisters gazed at her in astonishment. "What is a cestus?" they demanded.

Sophy shook her head. "I don't know," she confessed.

"Well, Bella hasn't got one at all events," said the Job's comforter on the sofa.

"If she were so poor-spirited as to refuse to go to London for such a trifling reason as that, I would never forgive her!" declared Sophy.

"Of course I would not!" exclaimed Arabella scornfully. "But I have not the least expectation that Lady Bridlington will invite me, for why should she, only because I am her goddaughter? I never saw her in my life!"


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