Regency Sting
It was the perfect scheme.  And only a perfect lady could carry it off!

THE VISCOUNT FROM AMERICA

Anne gasped. The stranger's sunstreaked hair was much too long to be fashionable. His buckskin breeches seemed woefully out of place in a London drawing room.

Anne's heart began inexplicably to pound, as she asked: "You are the new Viscount Mainwaring?"

The stranger broke into a laugh that seemed to shake the walls.

"I reckon so, Ma'am. I reckon so..."