Not my favorite if the Pallisar novels so far. There is a lot of Victorian era British politics that I'm finding myself zoning out on.
Not my favorite if the Pallisar novels so far. There is a lot of Victorian era British politics that I'm finding myself zoning out on.
At any rate a man cannot have his head broken for asking a lady to marry him,— unless he is very awkward in the doing of it.
"Men are so seldom really good. They are so little sympathetic. What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife?" Trollope, keeping it real as usual.
Better than Phineas Finn, still Trollope. So it's alright. Took about 300 pages to get to the juicy bits...