I like Judith Taverner a great deal. I wouldn't like the book without her. The guilty pleasure part is that Lord Rule (forsooth - can't get over the name) is so obviously a paternalistic control freak, and I still find him drop-dead sexy, possibly the sexiest of all Georgette Heyer's men (though the Unknown Ajax gets high marks too). But my attraction to Lord Rule has never abated and I find it very embarrassing. I know this says something deeply shameful about me, but still, I reread the book and imagine the two of them going riding on his estate when they're engaged, and there's a rainstorm and they have to take shelter in a shepherd's hut (or something) and they're soaking wet, and Lord Rule (yeech) builds a fire, and ...