A pleasant novel with a flavor of the old school- a refreshing change in a season when crude realism seems in the ascendant. The romance is told in counter-point. An English writer has provided his American publisher with proper authorizations for all the tidbits of personal biography, with one exception-and that the most alluring bit of gossip in the lot, an episode in the youth of the Duchess of Dunster. A request is cabled to Madam Brissac, an aunt of Her Grace; and to Eliot Probyn, critic, connoisseur, man about town- hoping for release through one channel or another... Then the hands of time are turned back, and forward, back and forward, Georgiana, fresh from Denmark, in her early twenties, has a brief interlude of romance -- the man, Humphrey Foss, an aspiring writer and photographer. The outcome is a shock to Foss' self esteem- and his spite grows with the years. But the girl stumbles into yet another web of romantic intrigue- which has a different ending -- wholly unexpected, but one that makes her a Duchess. And then, as time catches up with the present, Her Grace is confronted with the past, and snatches brief respite for a year of joy. It is an elusive sort of tale, recurrently on the brink of flaunting conventions, but drawing back in time. I found it quite delightful.