I'm not usually a fan of farces, especially in a Regency, but this book is absolutlely delightful. Very subtle, written with such finesse, you're pulled in to Josephine's escapades and smiling long before you realize just how silly she is. It's the Duke of Mitford that really makes the story, though. Not the typical duke in most insipid, stupid romances: He is small in stature, unassuming, and a bit unsure of himself--so endearing! A terrific book, another absolute winner from Mary Balogh.