In mid-18th century London, Robin is trying to avoid exposure as a participant in the 1745 Jacobite Rebellion by pretending to be a woman, whilst his sister Prudence is pretending to be a man. Maybe it’s just me, but wouldn’t it have been better to have kept a low profile in some quiet part of the countryside, rather than prancing about in London High Society, pretending to be a member of the opposite gender?!
Rather unconvincingly, only one person twigs what’s going on.
Meanwhile, their dad is claiming to be the long lost heir to a viscountcy, but not even they know whether he’s telling the truth or not. It eventually transpires that he *is*, and both siblings make happy marriages with suitable partners. And their involvement in the ’45 seems to be forgotten. Strangely, we never learn exactly what Robin did during the ’45, nor why he was supporting the Jacobites. But a gold star to the author for not romancitising the Jacobites as so many authors do. Yes, the escape to Skye makes a good story, and yes, you can tie yourself in knots over social contracts and de facto/de jure and all the rest of it; but a Stuart restoration would have been a disaster, and probably wouldn’t have lasted very long. They’d have wanted to rule like the French monarchs did, and look what happened to them.
There are various swordfights along the way, and two attempted forced elopements, and a lot of dances and card games. It’s entertaining enough, but the plot is just bonkers. Why didn’t they just lie low somewhere, instead of going around London in disguise?! Bonkers!