A loquacious battering out of a gloomy British brace of love and marital problems concerning a set of characters only slightly less depressing -- that is, to those not accustomed to such verbose fare. Two beings unloved share the spotlight -- one Dr. Philip Gates, whose meager stipend from his staff position at a psychiatric hospital cannot rescue his lovely wife, Sheila, from the heavy hand of ennui which permeates their marriage; and Louise Tarrant, recuperating at the hospital from the shock attendant upon the death of her small son. Sensitive Philip, upon learning that Sheila is about to leave him for the wiles of wealthy Max, finds momentary consolation in the flat of Dr. Harriet Blake, who still loves him, and the nervous quartette analyze themselves to the point of exhaustion, before the Gates clang together and Harriet and Max are left with memories and open mouths. Louise Tarrant's hair-raising problem involves a novelist with whom she lived and by whom she had a child, known, however, to the world at large as the product of her marriage to a young soldier killed in the war. Grief is piled on woe as not only is Louise's novelist responsible for killing their son under the wheels of his speeding car, but he is also dying of cancer by inches and begs her to live out with him his little life while he pens the last mighty work. Louise's problems keeps everyone busy chattering. For the ladies to read in slack morning hours.