A misstep for Coles, to our way of thinking, for this is plain light romance in the story of an everyday Englishman of the last war and this. He is Tom Langrish, a Captain in 1914, an A.R.P. warden in 1940. The last war had brought him his first love, Hildegarde, a young German baroness in the castle where he was stationed during the period of occupation. Her plans for Tom shaped up into his playing prince consort to her, tutor to her son, and he refused. The years between were barren ones, but World War II brought him love again, in Jessica, considerably younger, and the daughter of an old soldier friend. Local doings, the discovery of a German agent, a Blitz in which a German pilot is brought down -- and proves to be Hildegarde's son (and his). The end leaves too many loose threads -- and the whole seems pleasant enough but inconsequential.