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This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Lots of repetitive eye rolling occurred during the reading of this novel. This second chance storyline was based on a trope that is one of my least favourites in romance: the grand misunderstanding trope. The MC's were young lovers almost reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet, except that there was no family feud.
The MC's met during Elizabeth's debut season in London. They fell in love and got married secretly, because the H Robert was the younger son of a marquess who expected him to marry an heires Lots of repetitive eye rolling occurred during the reading of this novel.
They fell in love and got married secretly, because the H Robert was the younger son of a marquess who expected him to marry an heiress. Elizabeth was the daughter of an impoverished, gamblerholic, alcoholic Baron.
Robert was in his early 20's and the heroine was Robert also had a rich uncle who felt that Elizabeth's pedigree was was unsuitable and this meddling manipulator took it upon himself to make a deal with the heroine's gold digging father. The MC's had only spent a weekend in each other's company, after they were married secretly, when Robert received news that his father and older brother had died. He left Elizabeth with his kind grandmother and went to make funeral arrangements etc.
This is where the first major eyerolling occurred. Why didn't the H take his new wife with him and introduce her to the rest of his family especially the sly uncle. Then, to make things worse, the heroine didn't stay with her grand mother-in-law even though she'd promised to do so. Instead, she went back home and her meddling father got angry because he'd wanted her to marry a wealthy man. At this point in the story, Robert was in financial difficulties because both his late father and brother had been gamblers and spendthrifts.
Elizabeth's mercenary dad felt he'd been cheated out of a chance to make some easy money. It didn't occur to him that he was the one who had been expected according to regency era customs to provide a dowry for his daughter. Anyway, the heroine's churlish dad met with the H's rich uncle and made a deal.
Robert's cunning uncle hated the idea of his nephew, who was now the Marquess of Hetherington, sullying the family name by being married to Elizabeth.
He bribed Elizabeth's father, to the sum of 10 pounds, to assist him in breaking up the MC's marriage. Elizabeth's greedy father took the money and then lied to the heroine, telling her that Robert planned to divorce her since he wanted a bride with better pedigree to be his marchioness.
He also provided some forged letters. Robert's uncle and Elizabeth's father went even further with their duplicitous plan: they intercepted letters that the MC's had been sending to each other. Robert did turn up to look for Elizabeth but her father sent him away. It pissed me off that the H hadn't insisted on seeing her himself and confronting her because this would've cleared up the misunderstanding.
Thus began the era of intense eye rolling, on the part of this reader! The MC's both hate each other, as a result of the misunderstanding, yet they're both too proud to confront each other about what had happened.
They spent all their time trading insults, ignoring each other and trying to make each other jealous. This was where the storyline seemed a trifle weak to me. Too much time was spent on the monotonous chronicling of day to day social events, dinners etc. The MC's didn't even spend a lot of time in each other's company because they were always part of a larger group of people when they were together. Robert also seemed particularly hateful and cynical. He kept accusing Elizabeth of being a greedy gold digger but never elaborated or never used his logic to ask her why she often seemed puzzled at his accusations.
The heroine was also a bit lacking in common sense because she never asked him why he made such accusations. The storyline was livened up a little by the inclusion of a wannabe OW and a wannabe OM. The OW was a vicious bitch who kept chasing after Robert and warning off every woman who spoke to him more than 3 times! The OM was a wonderful man; in fact, I almost wished Elizabeth had ended up with him because he had the requisite characteristics of a hero: he was tall, dark, handsome, rich and he proposed to her!
But Mr. Mainwaring the wannabe OM was also the H's best friend and Robert refused to divorce Elizabeth to allow her to re-marry. My final bit of exasperated eye rolling occurred after the MC's discovered how they'd been duped by his uncle and her father.
Robert apologized for the way he'd treated her when they'd met again and he told her he still loved her so much that he'd been celibate all these years they've been apart! The stupid heroine refused to reconcile with him: "What are you saying? Good-bye, Robert. And I thank you very much for coming. Mary Balogh. A Chance Encounter Kindle Locations Severn House.
Kindle Edition. This scene was awful. She actually forced him to leave and if it hadn't been for the intervention of her brother then the MC's would've continued to be estranged. Robert had to kidnap her to prevent her from leaving to go work for a new family as their governess. Elizabeth's rationale for her behaviour was her fear of being hurt and disillusioned again. I found it understandable but also unacceptable because it made her seem like a such a weakling.
And, she had been a very strong heroine throughout the story, so the author's plot twist made her character appear to be somewhat inconsistent. But, the H redeemed himself by persuading her and grovelling once again: "I can't," she whispered. I am afraid to love again. Here, the hero has a long buried grudge with his family. The new wife ends up melting hearts and mending rifts.
The promise of spring: story develops over nearly 3 years. Heroine is older than hero and has to Oh, Mary Balogh, how I love your books!
This is the 4th installment in the Survivors Club series. Each time, I think this is my favorite one. And I am always right, until the next one. Flavian had a head injury that made him unable to speak or think clearly. Thanks to the Survivors Club, he impr This book I found in the lobby of my apartment. I needed something small to fit into my purse yesterday while riding Bart. While I believe it is probably in the romance department of books, one I stay away from.
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He spent half of that time at the blacksmith's forge having his horse shod and the other half in the road outside the rectory exchanging civilities with the Reverend Claridge. Yet that short visit furnished the townspeople and the families of the surrounding countryside with enough food for gossip to keep them all happy for a week.
Mainwaring was finally coming to take up residence in the manor that had been willed to him on the death of his uncle more than a year previously. Elizabeth was amused to discover that they had come to invite the Rowes and herself to a ball at the squire's home the following week, two days before Mrs. Rowe's dinner party. How chagrined her employer would be! Brother and sister had issued their invitation to Ferndale that morning, and had been accepted. Prosser when we were out walking a few days ago.
And Cec is the prettiest girl in these parts. She is determined I should make a brilliant match and sees the marquess and Mr. Main-waring as likely prospects. I shall hate it, Miss Rossiter. I know she will be forever pushing me at them while they are here. Elizabeth smiled reassuringly and changed the subject. She felt sorry for Lucy Worthing. She was a thin girl, with a narrow, pale face and yellow-blond, hair. She would be quite striking if she aimed for elegance in her appearance and if her hair were arranged in a smooth, sophisticated style.
Instead, her mother insisted on white or pastel-shaded clothes, with as many bows, frills, and flounces as could be reasonably added to each garment. Her hair was a mass of ringlets. Obviously the mother assumed that the more she decorated her daughter, the greater the appearance of beauty she would give.
The opposite was true. The pair did not stay long. Once Ferdie realized that there was little chance of Cecily's returning within the hour, he was ready to begin the ride back home again. Elizabeth promised to pass on the invitation to the ball, though she had already decided to refuse herself. The less she saw of the Marquess of Hetherington, the happier she would be. The following week was one of great excitement among the leading families of Granby and the surrounding countryside.
Although entertainments were not unusual, they were normally very predictable events. Very rarely was there any stranger to add interest. And now there were five strangers, and all of them fashionable and apparently wealthy.
The austere good looks of Mr. Mainwaring and his connection with the neighborhood, and the title, vitality, and charm of the Marquess of Hetherington everywhere set the hearts of hopeful mothers and their daughters fluttering. The haughty beauty of Miss Norris inspired awe and admiration everywhere. Elizabeth finally met this lady a few days before the ball, when she rode over with the rest of the Ferndale party to invite Cecily to walk.
Elizabeth was in the rose garden cutting some blooms for the house when they arrived. Prosser and her sister walked over to talk to her while they all waited for Cecily to run upstairs for a bonnet and parasol.
Elizabeth was very glad that the men went inside the house for some refreshment. She had felt a painful stab of the heart at the sight of Hetherington. Like the other gentlemen, he touched his hat in acknowledgment of her presence. Unlike them, he did not smile. Prosser introduced her sister to Elizabeth as Miss Amelia Norris. Elizabeth did not know why she so condescended. The girl was a handsome brunette, though her beauty was marred by a perpetually haughty expression. She succeeded now somehow in looking down her nose.
Prosser was left to maintain a conversation with Elizabeth. Rowe has told me that you are a sister of John Rossiter," she said kindly. She made her come-out in the same year as Amelia. I believe I met him once, too. They made a charming couple. Haughty eyebrows arched above cold brown eyes. She smiled arctically, and Elizabeth understood. Miss Norris had heard, no doubt, that Hetherington had walked all the way to town and back arm in arm with Cecily just a few days before. She was issuing a covert warning to the girl through her companion.
Elizabeth noticed that she quickly gained possession of Hetherington's arm before it could be decided how the six persons should pair off. He smiled easily down at her and covered her hand with his for a brief moment. Cecily shot Elizabeth a brief, frightened glance as Mr. Mainwaring extended an arm to her.
But Elizabeth was not to be drawn. Her presence on this occasion would be decidedly de trop. She walked into the house with her armload of roses. Although Mr. Prosser had exchanged a few, brief pleasantries with her, and even Mr. Mainwaring had bid her good afternoon, Hetherington had not so much as glanced in her direction.
Elizabeth ended up attending the Worthing ball after all. She had been determined not to go, and finally Mrs. Rowe had accepted her decision. Yet your appearance there will make my presence as a chaperone superfluous. You cannot possibly wish to sit at home when you have been invited. Certainly you never behave with the vulgarity that she displays quite frequently. But as you wish, my dear. I shall not insist you attend if you feel you would be unhappy. But Elizabeth's relief was short-lived.
On the morning of the ball Mrs. Rowe awoke with one of her migraine headaches. Remaining in bed all day and having Elizabeth treat her with vinaigrette and lavender water and compresses failed to bring about a sufficient recovery to enable her to attend the ball. Elizabeth, therefore, was forced to deputize as Cecily's chaperone.
It did not take her long to get ready. She changed into her best gray silk dress with its high neckline and long, tight sleeves. She did wear a white lace collar as a small concession to the festive occasion. Her hair, though, she knotted at the base of her neck in its usual style. She waited with Mr. Rowe in the drawing room. But Cecily was not late. She was too eager not to miss a moment of the festivities. She looked remarkably pretty, Elizabeth thought, in her rose-pink ball gown, the new one that Miss Phillips had made for her.
Rowe was sure the gown was fashionable. The neckline was low-cut, the sleeves short and puffed, the skirt falling in loose folds from a high waistline. The girl's cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes shone. Her fair hair hung in soft curls around her face and along her neck.
Short ringlets fell from a knot on top of her head. Cecily looked at her companion. I do love you, honestly I do, but must you always wear gray? Cecily made an exasperated sound and turned to her father, who was holding out her wrap to cover her shoulders. They were not the first to arrive at the ball, but they were before the Ferndaie party. Elizabeth was glad. She was able to find herself a chair in the most shadowed corner of the ballroom.
Claridge soon joined her there. I have heard nothing in the last few weeks but speculation on which girls will be the lucky brides of our two gentlemen visitors. If you ask me, if these gentlemen are still single-and they are neither of them younger than five and twenty-it is unlikely that they will choose any of ourlocal beauties.
I do think it rather a shame, don't you? He is such a charming and attractive man. She seems somewhat disagreeable. However, perhaps that is a false impression. Elizabeth found that she could lend part of her attention to the continuous prattle of Mrs. Claridge while she watched the proceedings in the ballroom. Thus she saw the arrival of the guests of honor. She could hardly have missed it, anyway.
A noticeable hush descended on the ballroom as all attention was directed to the entryway. All five of the guests looked superb, but Elizabeth found to her own annoyance that she had eyes only for Hetherington. He looked quite magnificent, she thought, in cream satin knee breeches and dull gold waistcoat and evening coat.
His white linen positively sparkled. He looked full of healthy vitality in contrast to Mr. Mainwaring, who was dressed in black, a fashion that had shocked the ton when Mr. Brummell had first introduced it.
Hetherington was smiling his particularly attractive smile at his hosts. Elizabeth shrank further into the shadowed corner and tried to look as if she were engrossed in the conversation with Mrs. Claridge, but even so she felt exposed. She had the strange sensation that Hetherington had singled her out immediately. If he had seen her, he gave no sign. He danced first with Amelia Norris and then with Lucy Worthing, whose hand had just been relinquished by Mr.
Then he danced with Cecily, and his whole manner changed, Elizabeth felt. What had been polite good manners with his other partners became warm interest with Cecily. Perhaps the change was not obvious to other onlookers, but Elizabeth knew him well enough immediately to assess his feelings. And she worried. Cecily was a giddy young girl in many ways, but there was a sweetness in her nature that would develop with maturity if given a chance.
She did not wish the girl to be beguiled by such a practiced and heartless charmer. She determined that she would perform her duties as chaperone with extra diligence. Rowe had retired to the card room already. It was up to her to see that Cecily did not spend too much time with the marquess and that he had no chance to be alone with her. Unexpectedly, Mr. Prosser asked Elizabeth for the supper dance. She had not intended to dance at all, did not feel it was appropriate to do so, especially dressed as she was.
But as she was about to refuse, she saw out of the corner of her eye that Hetherington was asking Cecily to dance again. If she herself danced with Mr. Prosser, she would have an excuse to go immediately into the supper room afterward and keep an eye on her charge. She smiled and placed her hand in his. It was a country dance. Prosser led his partner to join the set of which Hetherington and Cecily were already part.
Cecily waved gaily to her. The girl's partner looked through her. When the pattern of the dance forced them to dance together for a few moments, he looked at her out of cold blue eyes and remarked, "You are looking remarkably fetching tonight, Miss Rossiter, in your gray silk. We are just like a couple of spiteful children, she thought in some dismay as the music forced them to move in opposite directions.
The next time they came together, neither said a word. Prosser led Elizabeth into the supper room and directly to the table already occupied by Mr. To her further dismay, her partner pulled out for her the chair next to Hetherington and waited until she had seated herself. Elizabeth was aware that, had she not felt so conscious Of her proximity to the marquess, she might have been highly entertained by the proceedings of the following half-hour.
Mainwaring and Lucy made labored conversation from time to time, but in the main listened to that of others at the table. He was top-lofty, Elizabeth decided severely. He considered himself above his company. Poor Lucy was looking her worst in a lemon-colored evening gown loaded with matching lace.
Nervousness made her complexion even paler than usual. Ferdie and Miss Norris were almost openly tuning in on the conversation across the table, Ferdie glowering moodily at his aristocratic rival to Cecily's affections, Miss Norris showing haughty disapproval.
Hetherington directed his attention to Cecily, talking to her in a bantering manner, almost like father to child, flattering her quite outrageously, and devouring her with his eyes.
This last Elizabeth observed in one swift glance. She did not want to be seen watching him. Cecily was glowing happily, apparently quite unaware of the currents of hostility pulsing across the table. Finally, Mr. Prosser engaged Elizabeth in conversation and she found herself genuinely interested in his accounts of experiences in Portugal.
Soon she was engrossed. Hetherington's voice brought her back to reality. Elizabeth looked up, startled, leaving Mr. Prosser in midsentence. There is a particularly shaded and peaceful area about a mile north of the house. Miss Rowe favors the site of a ruined church on a hill three miles away. What is your opinion, ma'am? Flustered as she was by the unexpected attention, Elizabeth could still find time to wonder why he should suddenly decide to speak to her on such a trivial matter.
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