This is one of my favorite romances with one of my all-time favorite authors.
No bodice ripping, panting, squirming lady parts, etc, just a sweet, witty, well-written and often humorous romance with a great hero and heroine and a cast of secondary characters that add depth to the story.
Anna
‘You will see, Pinny, it will be all right. Already I have found a most beautiful book in your sister’s room. It is called The Domestic Servant’s Compendium by Selina Strickland, and it has two thousand and three pages and in it I shall find out everything!’
Miss Pinfold tried to smile. Anna had always been in possession of ‘a most beautiful book’: a volume of Lermontov from her father’s library, a Dickens novel read during the white nights of summer when she should have been asleep.
Anna is the daughter of two incredibly wealthy Russians. Her father was killed during WWI and she, her mother, little brother, and British Nanny escaped to England. She's decided she has to go into service to help support her younger brother who knows nothing about her sacrifice. For Downton Abbey fans the look is very similar, but the estate she goes to is in need of refurbishing, and there is an astonishing lack of distance between the upstairs and the downstairs.
The estate is being prepared for the heir's return. Death taxes made it inevitable that the estate would be sold and what's left of the family and the servants are devastated. They are ecstatic to hear that Rupert is engaged to a wealthy heiress so all is saved. Unfortunately, Rupert, a truly nice guy can't recall HOW he came to be engaged to the all too beautiful, all too perfect Muriel. One minute he's an injured soldier, the next he's an engaged man.
Muriel
Only Muriel herself, gravitating naturally to the ornate mirrors in the plush Mayfair mansion where she grew up, was not surprised at the flawlessness of the image which greeted her. It was as though she knew from the start that she was not like other children.
She hated to be dirty, could not bear mess or torn clothes and once, when a stray kitten brought in by the cook scratched her hands, she shut herself in the nursery and refused to come out until it was removed. She had reached a full-breasted and acne-less adolescence when her mother, as though she knew she could do no more for her lovely daughter, contracted pneumonia and died.
As Anna and the rest of the servants get the estate ready, it becomes obvious to everyone that Anna is not as she seems. As Rupert tries to resolve his ever-increasing gloom over his pending marriage with perfect Muriel, he finds out more about Anna.
The cast of characters includes Rupert's doting mother who tries/likes to commune with spirits, the loyal and long-suffering Butler who will do anything to preserve the estate, his foul-tempered, pottery throwing mother, the Kosher Jewish family that still can't understand why these snooty British nobles have embraced them so whole-heartedly, Baskerville the mastiff, sweet young and lame Ollie-daughter of Rupert's closest friend, a bottom-pinching old Uncle, Muriel's snooty and desperate bridesmaids, Sergei their handsome chauffeur, and more.
When she meets Proom the butler,
Proom sighed and glanced at Mrs Bassenthwaite, who lightly shook her head. For the girl’s accent, with its rolling ‘r’s and lilting intensity, quite failed to disguise her educated voice, as did the shabby coat and skirt the grace of her movements. ‘Inexperienced’ was bad; ‘foreign’ was worse . . . but a lady! This time the agency had gone too far.
After NOT getting pinched by Uncle Sebastien.
Anna, coming down half an hour later, fearful of a reprimand, was greeted by an interested cluster of faces. The Russian girl was flushed and she was muttering beneath her breath.
‘He grabbed you, then,’ said Peggy. ‘Well, I warned you.’
‘No, no, he did not touch me,’ said Anna absently. Then the full impact of what she had just said hit her. ‘It is because I am not pretty!’ she said tragically.
And Mrs Park, who had taken less than twenty-four hours to forget that Anna was a foreigner and a lady, said, ‘Now don’t be foolish, dear. Just drink your tea.’
On the downside is Murial and her mentor, a pontificating Eugenics fraud.
A cruel moment for Ollie, a ball with a true Cinderella moment, fraud and deception on the part of Proom, and a little failure to communicate keep the romance moving.
Eva Ibbotson's writing is funny, witty and often ironic.
I know I'm not doing justice to the book. How unfair that I can unleash a rant like there is no tomorrow that says exactly what I want it to say, but when it comes to a real gold star book I am stuck?
It is called both The Secret Countess and Countess Below Stairs.
Time for a re-read.