This is not the sort of book one associates with Ludwig Lewisohn -- although, looking at it through the perspective afforded by The Island Within and Midchannel, it takes on a recognizable hue of autobiographical fiction. Once again -- though in lighter vein -- he has told the story of a marriage that palled, of a love outside of marriage -- once again he justifies himself through the manner of presenting the case. This time the slant is changed, for he makes the decision the woman's, though the situation at no time is allowed to lay blame on the man. It is told as though the man in the case were telling of an experience that is over and done with, while the ache remains -- told ""in his cups"", as a deliberate throwing of the gauntlet down before the wife, who has injured him publicly once too often. And he achieves his end -- and a marriage is once more patched up. It is an old, old story -- and Lewisohn handles it well. But it is not a distinguished book from a man of his stature.