Another good-natured, lightly amusing Regency romance Ã la Smith, again with a serene heroine of some sense and sass. The Barkwick ancestral estate, Ambledown, is in a tumbledown state, although ""spinster"" Chloe is doing her best to superintend the sheep-raising acres while brother Edward is off writing Wordsworthian poetry. Doting on Edward is pretty, dim Lady Emily Carnforth, whose Estate is in even more disgraceful repair than Ambledown (and whose father is usually ""three sheets to the wind""). Meanwhile, Chloe and her Aunt Nora (along with many villagers) are simmering about the development plans of greedy Captain Wingdale, who is ruthlessly acquiring properties needed to turn the village into a ""tourist"" center. And then ""Black Jack"" Gamble from India returns to town, with native servants and a menagerie, taking over the Carnforth estate--and raising Chloe's hackles. (Gamble seems curiously chummy with Wingdale.) A predictable hate/love courtship ensues; there are suspicious foul deeds at Ambledown; Gamble toys with various affections; Chloe is tempted to marry stalwart Tom Carrick (who, when visiting, brings a sensible ham or trout wrapped in newspaper instead of flowers). But it all works out, of course. And though one wonders if the ""tourist development"" concept had arrived in Regency times, this is a simple, undemanding romance, relaxing rather than riveting.