I just have to go on record here as having the biggest THING for Sir Percy Blakeney, Baronet.
I know I've written about it before, and so have many others, but man oh man, I do so love this character. And Lord Anthony Dewhurst. And Sir Andrew Ffoulkes. Ah, Sir Andrew. So loyal. Mmmm.
I don't have much else to add, because anytime I start thinking about Sir Percy, he of the clever phrase, the knowing wink, the detailed plan, and the prescient gaze, I start rambling on and forgetting what I was going to write about. (Although it occurs to me that perhaps a "knowing wink" and and "prescient gaze" are almost the same thing. Hmm. Maybe perspicacious gaze would take care of knowing wink and then we could focus on prescient somewhere else. But that first phrase sounds so, um, polysyllabic.)
Odd's Fish! See what he does to me? La!
OK, here's what I wanted to say: I love the character, and I love his dialogue, however The Baroness Orczy's prejudices show through and are annoying. We know that Percy is going to rescue French nobles, so obviously we are going to develop a tendre for those characters, but the Baroness has an unfortunate tendency to sketch everyone who isn't a noble as some sort of half-human.
But you know what? In the end, I don't really care. I don't think I'd like being beautiful, dim-witted, and judgemental Marguerite, no matter how much Percy loves her. It might be very nice to "live in the center of his smile," to have that attention lavished upon me, but really, what I've always fantasized about is being some underling. Perhaps the Captain of the Daydream, who brings him his yacht when he most needs it. A lesser member of the League who convinces a guard to open a door at just the right moment. Maybe a valet. Maybe a courier.
Then I could get a slap on the shoulder and a "Job well done, lad." And that would be enough.