A review by sherwoodreads
The Foundling by Georgette Heyer

I know many love this one, but I have never been able to finish it in the forty years I've been reading Heyers. The conversations are interminable, seeming to exist for the sake of using period slang (especially that made up by Pierce Egan) and not particularly witty to me. The plot meanders, never catching my interest; I just do not like her long-suffering heroine plots.

I wish this idea--the put-upon, mild young duke who runs away and assumes an ordinary identity and promptly finds himself in adventures--had occurred to her decades before, when she was at the top of her game.