As with the other Emmuska Orczy Scarlet Pimpernel books I’ve read thus far, Lord Tony’s Wife did not disappoint me in its entertainment value.
This is a novel placed during the French Revolution and decidedly
pro-aristocracy, but political leanings aside this novel—along with the others
of its genre—is good, hyperdramatic, swashbuckling fun. And because of this, it's also extremely fun to summarize, hence the "sweded" drama below.
In this installment, one of our hero the Scarlet
Pimpernel’s sidekicks, Sir Tony, takes center stage with his love, Yvonne. But,
as with almost all Pimpernel novels,
the cunning, daring, proto-Batman legend plays a pivotal role. Also back for
more punishment is the Pimpernel’s sworn enemy Chauvelin. As their
cat-and-mouse game continues, poor Tony and (not really a spoiler alert) his
wife end up as pawns while the dogged Chauvelin once again tries to trap his nemesis.
Our story begins with Pierre Adet, fiery revolutionary and
son of the decent local miller, stirring up a mob to go after the local
aristocrat, le duc de Kernogan. Just as the reader begins to hear the “Kill the
Beast” song from Beauty and the Beast,
along comes a carriage, driven by faithful servant Jean-Marie, and conveniently
carrying the duc’s only child, the beautiful and headstrong Yvonne:
YVONNE: Jean-Marie! Why have we stopped here?
JEAN-MARIE: Because I just got a tipoff that there’s a mob
at the crossroads.
YVONNE: So?
JEAN-MARIE: They have scythes and spades and axes.
YVONNE: What’s your point?
JEAN-MARIE: I think we should send a scout to see what’s
going on.
YVONNE: So what you’re saying is you’re afraid of a few
murderous bloodthirsty revolutionaries.
JEAN-MARIE: Yup.
YVONNE: Jean-Marie, that’s silly! I’m the proud and
feisty daughter of the local aristocrat and therefore have nothing to fear
from such aristocrat-hating scum. Take me home, Jeeves!
JEAN-MARIE: But my lady…
YVONNE: If you don’t take me home you are disobeying my
orders and therefore should just go join those rebels! Also, I will fire you.
JEAN-MARIE: Fine. But don’t get mad when…
PIERRE: Oh ho ho, what do we have here?
JEAN-MARIE: Nothing. Just me and some random anonymous
non-aristocrat person taking an evening cruise suspiciously in the direction of
the de Kernogan estate.
MOB: It’s totally de Kernogan’s carriage! Let’s see who’s
inside!
YVONNE: Hum, I’m starting to think that maybe my cowardly
servant was right.
MOB: It’s de Kernogan’s daughter! Let’s throw her into the
mud like her kind has done to our people all this time!
YVONNE: Yeahhhh definitely starting to regret my pride and
fearlessness.
PIERRE *breaking into
the carriage* I’ve got you, my pretty!
YVONNE: EEEK YOU’RE LIKE THE DEVIL HIMSELF *faints*
JEAN-MARIE: I’m getting outta here! *drives away* Hum that wasn’t as hard as I thought. I wonder why I
didn’t just drive full speed through the mob, to begin with? Oh well, I’m sure
this little incident will have no long-lasting consequences….