What can I say? Barbara Cartland makes me laugh. I haven't picked up one of her books in 40 years, but the recent flap about Hilary Mantel and the Duchess of Cambridge made me remember this one and, lo and behold, I found it secondhand on Amazon.com. It arrived within the week, good as new and just as hilarious as I remembered. Cornelia, an Anglo-Irish heiress, marries Drogo, Duke of Roehampton, who's really in love with Lady Lily. Cornelia wears dark glasses to hide her anger, so when she pops up later masquerading as a Parisian courtesan, Drogo doesn't recognize her. And if that doesn't have you laughing your socks off, try the final page: "'I will not ... want ... to escape...'" Cornelia whispered."
Yes, indeed, 723 books published, 160 yet to be released, and dozens of ellipses in every one. Be still, my beating heart!