Good intentions--even the best--tacitly imply a certain default: this should have been more and could hardly be any less to qualify as a novel. It's an episode, accessorized via wealth and gracious living, which slowly teases the situation which begins with tutoring, tea, not sympathy, but sexual attraction between thirty-two-year-old Margaret Bollinger and her charge, a seventeen-year-old local hotshot. She extends her cultural patronage to a night at the opera and a college scholarship; he flaunts and taunts her availability around town; at the end--there's a humiliating exposure. . . . Optional as semi-sophisticated entertainment for women like Margaret who are idle and rich.