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'I have a great many faults, but I am not lazy, and I am not timorous - though that, I know, is not a virtue, for I was born without any nerves at all. . . ' When the redoubtable Sir Horace Stanton-Lacy is ordered to South America on diplomatic business he parks his only daughter, Sophy, on his sister in Berkeley Square. But Sophy's cousins are in a sad tangle. The heartless and and tyrannical Charles is betrothed to a perdantic bluestocking almost as tiresome as himself Cecilia is besotted with a beautiful but quite feather-brained poet and Hubert hass fallen fowl of a money lender. It looks like the Grand Sophy has arrived just in time to serve them all. . .