A girl from a sleepy Welsh town is just about to resign herself to spinsterhood at the ripe old age of nineteen when she falls in love with a visiting English naval officer. She’s thrown into despondency when her proposal is not enthusiastically met. A friend of her late mother abruptly enters her life and whisks her away to London, where she hopes to forget the sailor and where her new godmother hopes to play matchmaker. The ending is as you’d expect, but I will say that the details caught me off guard. I was quite sure what the godmother’s scheme was by the finish of the second volume and found myself entirely wrong by the finish of the third.