Many people were surprised, amused and pleased too, by Stuart Cloete's The Thousand and One Nights of Jean Macaque which may again be true here in this properly improper story of the white slave traffic in Victorian England. At times it almost walks the same streets as Fanny Hill once did with just as much good humor, even though it is billed as an ""expose."" Revelation might be a better word, and this it certainly is for Lavinia Lenton after the demise-disappearance of the last in a succession of pretty governesses from her house--to the home of a Mrs. Caramine in London. Edward Lenton is her customers- and behind his muttonchop whiskers are a lecher's lips. The girl's replacement is imported, from Paris, and before long the two Lenton children are abducted: little Betty never comes back; bigger Eva is returned, in an absolutely catatonic condition. But Lavinia, under her camisole and knickers, is a very determined woman, and with her lover (later acquired) leads the crusade against public vice... Even with its ""19 page appendix"" one can question this as a social document; it's an entertainment about the fate which is worse than-- and the author obviously enjoys every minute of it.