I stumbled across a reasonably affordable copy of The Regency Companion and bought it. Maybe the library had two since the stamp says “Outdated or Redundant.”
Ah. Research. Very timely as I am about to embark on The Next Historical.
Still, I decided to have a little fun with this book, so I rearranged some of the sentences.
Mr. Coke was just as remarkable as his house. Though enthralled with the perfection of Leicestershire as England’s premiere hunting field, Nimrod was not immune to its problems. All knew that a man showed his mettle on the hunting field. Guns were fired off from both the park and the tower. The most dazzling private pack [ ] was the Duke of Rutland’s, [but] gloriously attired ladies, each sporting a plume, were the true spectacle. Torn between the desire to laugh at the sight or frown in irritation at the time and effort it took to achieve this ridiculous style, the Comtesse could decide only that it became her very well indeed. She was one of the beauties of her day and famed for her equestrian exploits. The Stud Book firmly put all breeding on record. How each hotblooded young buck and his older elegant counterpart made use of these opportunities was left up to his own skill and imagination. [H]er feelings were still loverlike and constant. Youthful infatuation died an ugly death.