As for the slow start, well, Cornflower put it very well when she said that Jane Harris's plot is like a rope played out.
I feel as if the Victorian spinster narrator has tickled me like a trout ... and now I'm flailing in her net, and I'd happily go right back to the beginning to see how many clues I didn't pick up on.
As for the ending ... What? I'm sure I really did let out a yelp as I nearly jumped out of my bed.
The trouble is, this is a very difficult novel to review without spoiling it for anybody else.
In 1888, the summer of Glasgow's International Exhibition, Harriet Baxter, a financially-independent female, makes the aquaintance of a young artist and his family and, by making herself useful, soon becomes a fixture in their home.
That's enough. You'll have to read it for yourselves. All I'm going to say is that I should have been listening harder right from the start ...