Deeping has fixed his pattern. It is a variant through characters, rather than types, through settings, through ramifications of plot, but always there is the recluse (for one reason or another) and always the outsider who crashes the gate of his (or her) privacy through sheer goodness and understanding. This time, the recluse is a famous and successful novelist, who hides from the world because of a birthmark. She does her charity in secret. She loves her garden. She has one friend with whom she is real, and a small staff who adore her. She is lonely and afraid. Into this doubtful paradise crashes an airplane, fog-bound, and the dying aviator is brought into her home, and precipitates the necessity of emerging from complete isolation in order to defeat death. On his recovery, he faces blindness, and they find their mutual dependence has blossomed into love. The year that follows gives her poise and appreciation of what she had almost missed; and gives him a start on the new life. There is the dependable blend of romance and emotional values which guarantees his sales.