When Lord Francis Kneller first sees Cora Downes, she is tripping over her own feet, shrieking, and laughing rather too loudly. His conclusion is that she is a frightful young lady. When Cora first sees Lord Francis, he is wearing a bright satin turquoise coat with silver and turquoise striped waistcoat and silver knee breeches and copious amounts of lace. She immediately thinks of peacocks. Cora has a habit of getting herself into dreadful scrapes, and Lord Francis always seems to be close enough to get her out of them–at the cost of compromising her once too often. Soon this ill-assorted pair is forced into a marriage neither of them has sought. The book is a farce.

Funny and sweet. Another case of opposites attract. Balogh seems to love the name Francis, don’t you think?