A lightfingered, gay, debonair little bit which is not much more -- nor much newer -- than a triangle tale, accomplished and appealing. Drawing room comedy, with a variant supplied by the weather which accomplishes itw own end. There is Amanda, vague, illogical, charming, and quite bewildered when it comes to Celeste, who captivates Amanda's husband Walter, an innocent as husbands go, and completely taken in by Celeste, artfully artless, soignee, poised, with a penchant for luxuries, isms and men. The crisis is precipitated when a dinner party at Amanda's Connecticut house turns into an icebound, heatless and fairly rigorous week-end and Celeste ungilds. Good entertainment.