On the sun-drenched French Riviera, Ralph Moray watches his aristocratic friend Terry make a spectacularly bad decision: answering an advertisement for a chauffeur, despite having never touched a steering wheel in his life. The job? Escorting three American heiresses across Europe in a gleaming new motor car. What follows is a delightful trainwreck of broken axles, missed connections, and increasingly elaborate lies as Terry attempts to maintain the pretense of automotive expertise while his passengers grow increasingly charmed by his bumbling attempts at chauffeur-hood. Mrs. Kathryn Kidder and her spirited daughter Beeczy are along for adventure, but it's the quiet, seemingly reluctant Miss Madeleine Destrey who becomes the real puzzle - why does she seem so familiar, and why does Terry keep avoiding her gaze? Part road trip comedy, part social satire, this is Edwardian romantic farce at its most effervescent: a world where automobiles level class distinctions, American money meets British breeding, and everyone is pretending to be someone they're not. The humor remains genuinely funny across a century later, and the romance has the satisfying warmth of a perfectly executed comedy of errors.
