An original comedy set in 1795. Hilarious but equally poetic and tender, with a twist in the tail.

Maybelline has a dilemma. The wife, now widow, of Sir John Rump MP, was bounding up her path in her durable bombazine widow’s weeds, quite visibly without a calling card! There had been a spat about a gown, examples of which both women had worn to The Pantiles Annual Ball in Tunbridge Wells. Mrs Rump was furious! And would have made the point that very night but for the fact that Sir John had been shot through the heart in a duel with his mistress’s husband. Distracted by the obsequies her rage had been bottled up, but now ‘dear Jack’ was safely in the ground she was about to explode like Vesuvius itself. But Maybelline would not give up her claim to the gown lightly because that night she had met Edward, a doctor from Sevenoaks, and the trace of his presence still lingered on its sleeve where he had daringly touched her arm. She had carefully recorded the facts in her dressing book, where she chronicled in her tiny, elegant hand all her encounters – and the gowns that she had worn.