The Famous Heroine / The Plumed Bonnet (Stapleton-Downes Series #5 & #6)

The Famous Heroine / The Plumed Bonnet (Stapleton-Downes Series #5 & #6)

by Mary Balogh

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ISBN-13: 9780440245438
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/25/2011
Series: Stapleton-Downes Series
Pages: 512
Sales rank: 500,288
Product dimensions: 4.13(w) x 6.84(h) x 1.05(d)

About the Author

Mary Balogh is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous books, including the acclaimed Slightly and Simply novels and the first five titles in her Huxtable series: First Comes Marriage, Then Comes Seduction, At Last Comes Love, Seducing an Angel, and A Secret Affair. A former teacher, she grew up in Wales and now lives in Canada.

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The Duchess of Bridgwater, formidably elegant in her purple satin evening gown with matching turban and tall plumes, bedecked and sparkling with the family jewels, looked Miss Cora Downes over with slow and methodical care, beginning at the top of her elaborate coiffure, and ending at her slippers, which were already cramping her toes.
 
The slippers were cramping her toes because she had unwisely taken the advice of Lady Elizabeth Munro, the duchess’s elder daughter, to buy the smaller of two sizes in footwear when in doubt, as gentlemen did not admire large feet. Cora’s feet were not extraordinarily large, she had decided, holding them out in front of her, unshod, as she sat on the edge of her bed soon after the advice had been given. And really she did not care much for gentlemen’s strange preferences in such matters. Did they crawl around on hands and knees examining a lady’s feet before going to any other lengths to discover if she was someone with whom they would not mind dreadfully spending the rest of their days on this earth? But there was no escaping the fact that her feet were somewhat larger than Elizabeth’s and decidedly larger than those of Jane, Elizabeth’s younger sister. But then Jane was more than usually small and dainty.
 
And so Cora had bought the slippers in a size smaller than she ought because she had persuaded herself that she was in doubt. She now meekly bore the consequences of her own folly, though she knew she had not really begun to bear them yet. There was a whole ball to live through, a whole evening of dancing— if any gentleman could be coerced into dancing with her, that was. Cora would have squirmed with discomfort at the very real danger that none would if her grace had not been still examining her appearance.
 
Do not let her use her lorgnette, she instructed some unseen power without moving her lips. I shall die of mortification. At the horridly advanced age of one- and twenty she was decked out in virginal white and blushes and was about to make her debut into the beau monde. Jane, who was a mere eighteen years of age, had already made her curtsy to the Queen the year before, though she was still dressed this year in what Cora thought of as “the uniform.” When one added to the age difference the fact that Cora was larger than Jane— in every way, not just in the matter of feet— the result was depressing.
 
Elizabeth, who was nineteen, was dressed in pink and had put on, with her gown, a look of ennui that bespoke the seasoned lady of the ton. She, of course, was already nicely settled indeed, being betrothed to a marquess of enormous wealth and consequence and alarmingly advanced years— he was three- and- thirty— who happened to be in Vienna this year with the result that the wedding had been postponed indefinitely.
 
The duchess handed down her judgment at last. She inclined her head once and set her plumes to nodding a dozen times. “You will do, my dear Cora,” she said.
 
That was all she said, but it set Elizabeth to smiling graciously in almost comic imitation of her mama’s regal manner and Jane to squealing and squeezing her arm and exclaiming in glee.
 
“I told you you looked beautiful, Cora,” she said.
 
Which was a very loose paraphrase indeed of what her mother had said.
Cora tried not to look sheepish and giggled instead. It was strange how laughter, which she had always indulged in with unself- conscious spontaneity, had become giggling as soon as the Duchess of Bridgwater had taken her so determinedly under the ducal wing. Giggling, it seemed, was not a ladylike attribute and must be curbed at all costs. The most a lady could allow herself in company by way of displaying amusement was a well- bred titter. On the few occasions when Cora had practiced tittering, she had ended up with her head beneath a cushion, smothering the bellows of unholy mirth it had given rise to.
 
“We will be on our way, then,” the duchess said, smiling at all three young ladies who had joined her in the drawing room.
 
She really looked remarkably beautiful when she smiled— and even when she did not, Cora conceded in something like envy. It must be wonderful to have that kind of poise and grace and self- assurance. It was hard to believe that her grace could be the mother of Elizabeth and Jane and of Lord George Munro. It was almost impossible to believe that she was also the mother of the present duke, to whom Cora had been presented for the fi rst time but yesterday. His grace was all elegance and formality and ducal hauteur.
 
Cora had had the uncomfortable feeling that his grace did not approve of her, even though he had bowed over her hand and even raised it to his lips— she had stood rooted to the morning- room floor, stupidly awed by the knowledge that he was a duke, a real live duke— and assured her of his pleasure in meeting her. He had even thanked her over the little Henry incident. Little Henry was his nephew, of course, and heir to his grace’s heir. But even so it had startled her to find that the Duke of Bridgwater had heard about the little Henry incident. He had even called her a heroine and she had resisted only just in time the urge to look over her shoulder to see to whom he was speaking.
 
But then, of course, he must have wondered why his mother had brought to town a mere Miss Cora Downes, daughter of a Bristol merchant— a prosperous merchant, it was true, and one who had recently purchased a considerable property and renovated a grand old abbey that had been falling to ruins on it— with the intention of taking her about in society with her own daughters, his own sisters. He would have thought it very strange indeed. And so, of course, the explanation of what had happened with little Henry would have been given.
 
The truth was— at least, it was not quite the truth but what was perceived to be the truth— that Cora had saved little Henry from drowning in the shadow of the Pulteney Bridge in Bath and that out of gratitude the duchess, little Henry’s grandmama, had taken Cora into her own home to mingle with her daughters and to be elevated to the ranks of gentlewomanhood long enough to be found an eligible gentleman.
 
The Duchess of Bridgwater was going to fi nd Cora a husband. Not from the ranks of eligible dukes and marquesses and earls, of course, amongst whom she had already plucked a mate for Elizabeth and planned to pluck one for Jane. But nevertheless, a gentleman. A man of fortune and rank and property. A man who had never soiled his hands or enriched his coffers with trade or business. Despite all the wealth of her father, Cora could never have aspired so high if she had not saved little Henry— well, sort of saved him, anyway— and so been catapulted into the benevolent good graces of the Duchess of Bridgwater.
 
Her grace and the girls would not even have been in such a questionably fashionable place as Bath at such an unfashionable time as spring if Lady George had not been suffering through a difficult confinement. But her grace was fond of her daughter- in- law and of her grandchildren and had deprived herself and her daughters of all the pleasures of the first half of the Season in London. Perhaps fortunately for them, the incident of little Henry seemed to have precipitated the arrival into this world of his sister, who was delivered a mere two days later. Mother and child were doing remarkably well and were now being coddled with affectionate indulgence by the proud father.
 
And so at last, when it was already June, her grace had set off for London with two impatient daughters and a rather alarmed protégée, who wondered how a usually strong- willed young lady like her could find herself in such a predicament. Over the past few years, she had turned down no fewer than three proposals of marriage from remarkably eligible men merely on the grounds that she felt no more than a passing affection for any of them. As if that had anything to say to anything, her father had commented each time, rolling his eyes at the ceiling and making clucking noises of frustrated disgust.
 
Her father was rather tickled over the idea of her marrying a gentleman. So was Edgar, her brother, who had pointed out that she must marry someone and it might as well be a gentleman who might awe her into something like meek ladylike submission. She would make a horrid spinster, he had warned her, all stubborn will and bossiness with no domain over which to exercise her tyranny. She was fond of Edgar. It was a pity that some people had concocted the idea that he had behaved with cowardice in the incident of little Henry. How stupid and how totally untrue. But public opinion was remarkably difficult to manipulate, she had found.
 
Cora frowned and contorted her face until she could bite the flesh of her left cheek. But she was seating herself in the carriage as she did so and the duchess was seated opposite, watching her.
 

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The Famous Heroine / The Plumed Bonnet 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 32 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Without a doubt these two novellas are the most refreshing stories of the regency romance genre I have come across. In a universe riddled with cliches and waxed by seemingly the same characters over and over again, Mary Balogh has managed to reawaken the pleasures and thrills of my personal favorite classic- the marriage of convenience. There are so many I have read of this particular synopsis and yet so very few that truly shines. The Famous Heroine and The Plumed Bonnet, with their multi-dimensional characterizatiom, succinctly tangible conflicts, moving dialogue, and stunning writing, have been ineffably joyous reads. This book does not merely shine- it warms the heart.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished these yesterday. The first had so much comedy and humor. The heroine is a character that always get into scrapes. The hero finds that trait of hers endearing. The second is about the hero introduced from the first. It just reinforces that one can always be serious and do what's right/proper but never forget to "let down your hair." Never change yourself because that's why your hero fell in love with you. This two in one is a must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just love these stories... MB has a way of portraying love without all the cliches. Add in some steamy sex scenes and you've got a historically accurate winner. I love that her stories often have real struggle and realistic human decisions/obstacles. Even in shorter stories, you come to know the characters without the obvious, elementary dialogue prevalent in so many amateur authors.
Jaitai16 on LibraryThing 8 hours ago
These are two reissued Mary Balogh Classics. I recommend buying Dark Angel/ Lord Carew Brides before purchasing these. If not the back story might be slightly confusing. If you love Mary Balogh these books will satisfy you with their sweet heroines and uber honorable heros.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Second story was the most romantic, in terms of a flawed hero I loathed at first and then absolutely fell in love with once I saw and he recognized how his upbringing had changed him into someone too judgemental before all the facts were in and too cold. The first story was amusing, and I loved how the hero never laughed in derision at the heroines scrapes and escapades, but together they were full of fun and humor and laughed together. Two of my favorite heroes ever.
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Really enjoyed the first story. Francis, whom i met in previous stories gets a chance at love. A lovely story that won't disappoint. Alistair is introduced in the 1st story and is quit pompous. I tried to read the 2nd story but he is such a snob, and Stephanie bends over backwards to please him...blah! Too nauseating to finish!
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These two stories were wonderful! Both stories are of women that come from one world to find themselves thrust into another world. Thankfully both women have men in their lives that provide love and patients to each that makes the transition not necessarily easier, but do-able. The first story is of woman that saves a child's life. Because of her actions, the family takes her to London for the season in hopes of finding her a husband. As a good friend would, the man of the story stands up with her for her first London ball and decides to take her under his wing and helps her in her search for a husband. The second story is of a woman that is walking back to her home many miles away and is finally able to get a ride there. While on the ride, she tells the man her story and he decides that she must be something other then what she has been telling him. Once at her home, he decides tht he is going to offer for her. She agrees and a week later is brought to London to take lessons to be everything he needs in a wife. Unfortuntly she looses sight of herself by worring that she'll never be what he needs. In the end she finds out exactly what he needs, to be herself. Good stories!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like pretty much anything this author writes. Novellas are nice length; easy too read quickly. Humorous situations amid conflicts makes for a good read.
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