Along comes Honora Kempe, who is in disguise as yet another woman seeking a man to become betrothed so she can get him to cry off and leave behind a large payment for her lost reputation—a reputation that, in reality, was lost long ago with a child out of wedlock. A disgraced vicar's daughter, she is determined to get her revenge and have a life on her own terms. But she meets her match in George St. Clair.
I loved the witty banter, the dry humor. It is a cleverly told tale where its tit for tat the whole book through. And it kept me reading pages. I was a bit surprised, however, that the man trained for the church should fail to wonder at the origin of Honora’s Scripture-spouting. (She quotes verses for every occasion.) Still, weren’t they perfect for each other—the vicar’s daughter and the vicar?