When Mamma is up at ten o’clock claiming to match blue wool, Irene knows the game is afoot. It isn’t about embroidery, naturally; it is about a husband. Specifically, the Comte de Martelle-Simieuse, who must marry by January to secure a legacy. But Irene isn’t one to swoon over a white tie. She has requirements: a genuine title, a hatred of mothers-in-law, and a firm seat in the saddle. A delightfully cynical, thoroughly Parisian account of how high-society marriages are really arranged.