Not a direct correlation, but the ups and downs, the ebbs and flows, the delight and the humiliation, and the character development show as strongly in Sylvester as in P&P. Two of Heyer’s best blithering nincompoops are found herein. This is a rare example of Heyer’s narrative not referring to male characters solely/primarily by their family style or title. Unfortunately to my eyes, a great too many 21st C. Regency romance, Regency-lite, and Regency-historical novelists choose to follow this template than Heyer’s other Georgians and Regencies, or Austen’s own in-period novels. Sylvester is so very much a traditional comedy of manners. I think Ms Heyer/Mrs Rougier was still alive when I first read this. It remains one of my favorites of hers.