Lydia Templeton is a clever and contented 30 year old spinster in 18th Century England. 9 years ago, she rejected Lewis Durrant, her father's neighbour, a sensible yet taciturn man. Lydia is prevailed upon, much against her better judgement, to accompany her Godmother's young ward, Phoebe, to Bath. Lydia despises Bath, and all the "tabbies" therein, and resigns herself to stultifying boredom. However, Phoebe's equal emotional attachment to two different young suitors soon provides Lydia with some knotty problems to work on, and her finely tuned sense of irony delivers plenty of fun in the observation of the ghastly Mr. and Mrs. Vawse and the almost equally dreadful mother of one of Phoebe's swains. You can be in no doubt of the final outcome (in regard to Lydia), but Phoebe provides an unexpected twist or two toward the end. A cut above your average historical romance, this maintained my attention until the end.