We've got romance brewing in a snowbound inn. We've got a brief jaunt to France with a side helping of casual French-bashing. And we've got a whole lot of affection for young Tom Orde.
We also ask how much involvement is it appropriate for a mother to have in her son's love life.
And if you're looking for a peerless Regency chat-up line, we're your wingmen.
Oh, and of course - eyebrow chat.
“It was strange how the dullest party could be enjoyed because there was one person present whose eyes could be met for the fraction of a second, in wordless appreciation of a joke unshared by others: almost as strange as the insipidity of parties at which that person was not present.”