I’ve been known to play matchmaker a time or two in my life. Not always successfully I’ll admit, well, rarely successfully might be more like it, and while I’ve sworn off the practice in real life, I’m not afraid to set up a fictional friend or two.
So when we learn in Chapter 3 that Lily’s preference in the husband category “would have been for an English nobleman with political ambitions and vast estates” I wanted to sit down an pen a missive to our dear Lord Warburton suggesting a blind date. It would be a match made in literature.
Here’s the oddly fitting part, Edith Wharton and Henry James were good friends. So was Mrs. Wharton giving a little nod to her buddy’s characters? I don’t know, but if Lily can’t get things to work out with any of these dudes we’ve met so far, I hope she hops the pond and looks up one of Isabel’s rejected.