Tristram of Blent is a novel of 1900 by Anthony Hope, an author better known for adventure stories. Despite the inelegance of the plot and the shallow , if any , engagement with the human condition this is an enjoyable literary curiosity. It's kind of romantic but I would hesitate to describe it as a romance. The story centres on an aristocratic young Englishman who is apparently about to inherit the family mansion and estate on the soon to occur death of his mother, Lady Tristram of Blent. But is he the legitimate heir? Or is it his cousin Cecily the rightful heir?
It was the quality of the prose that kept me reading with its wryly humourous observations of human nature. I picked it up in a charity shop some time ago and only recently began to read it. I don't think that I would ever have heard of it except by this random chance.