With what gracious ladylikeness Miss Chase tells the story of Lettice and Calvin Hainesworth and British Jock, an architect, who reenters their lives as Lettice's lover and theft friend. They're all in theft sixties--Calvin hasn't been sexually up to anything, Lettice and Jock are vibrantly loverly. Then there's the Hainesworths' granddaughter Tawny who has her first love affair with an imported Irish set designer--it will have a happy ending in marriage. And Tawny's mother Deborah who disapproves of everything and therefore lost her husband. The writing bravely meets the cliche demand of all three generations from ""holy crow"" to a ""pornographic"" word but it's not very ""kooo. . . sher"" particularly for a woman like Lettice used to the luncheon courtesies of both the Cosmopolitan and the Colony Clubs. For that other mature audience only.