One of the goofiest scenes I recall from one of the novels has the heroine (not one of the ones we're familiar with - some new damsel-in-distress set around the turn-of-the-century) looking out of a window at Collinwood and, from what I recall, in the dead of winter (with actual snow on the ground - imagine that!), sees a man walking toward the front door, all bundled up, a hat on his head. Suddenly a dog attacks him, knocking his hat off and the man turns out to be a werewolf. He growls at the dog, sending Fido running with his tail between his legs, while the werewolf puts his hat back on! (Wait - it gets better.) He then keeps walking towards the front door, disappearing from view. Shortly afterwards, there's a knock at the door. The heroine - who just saw a two-footed, monstrous wolfman walking towards the door - answers it. When she opens it, what does she see, but that bundled-up man standing there, although she can't see his wolfy face because he's all bundled up, with his recently dislodged hat on. So what did she expect? The Fuller Brushman? She screams (heroines always screamed in the Ross novel; good sets of lungs those girls had - they were also good runners, always running from something chasing them), causing the wolfman to take off the hat and unwrap the scarf and - well, low-and-behold - it's not some monster but none other than Quentin himself! Ta-da! It was just so goofy! But I loved those books. I'm in the mood to take some off the shelf and read them over again.
Gerard
