Reading progress update: I've read 1%.

Penhallow - Georgette Heyer

JIMMY THE BASTARD was cleaning boots, in a stone-paved room at the back of the house which commanded, through its chamfered windows, a view of the flagged yard, of a huddle of outhouses, and a glimpse, caught between the wing of the manor and the woodshed, of one of the paddocks where Raymond had some of his young stock out to grass.


You're kidding, Heyer. "Jimmy the Bastard"??? That's an intriguing way to start a book.