Two earlier novels, The Chinese Box and The Lute and the Glove, the place- ""The City of Lilies"" and the period- perhaps fifty years ago- would suggest a Florentine filigree of romantic intrigue, more than is fulfilled, or for that matter resolved. Amy Symington is a sensitive, impressionable, touching 17 when she comes to Florence with her mother and the stranger met on a train, Philip, who proves to be a distant cousin. Philip, a painter, 40, is by no means immune to her innocent charm and falls in love with her only to lose her to a young Italian nobleman, the nephew of a Marchese with dark and decadent pursuits. The marriage, seemingly unthinkable, is accomplished on the assumption of Amy's inheritance-(already squandered by her mother) and it ends only a little while later with Amy's death under suspicious circumstances.... Familiar shades here- pastel too, for a story which spends its time as well as the reader's in tours of this city, teas at Doneys, formal balls and all the detail of decor and decolletage. As such it is exclusively feminine in interest, more embroidery than imbroglio.