Sheila Kaye-Smith is at her best in portraying the country and village folk of her favorite Kent and Sussex region. For this reason this book has more of the magic of her earlier work than anything she has done for some time. It is a story of inner conflict, as Kemp Silverden, farmer, finds the gentler nature inherited from his mother at war with the down-to-earth realism of his father. His first marriage, outgrowth of that sensitive spirit, ended after a year of unhappiness, with his wife's death. And almost he comes a-cropper a second time, as his emotional involvement with a neighbor's wife is given free rein by a succession of chance happenings. But Alice Candelin was wiser than she was kind; she was not above a few lies to save face with her husband- and Kemp, shocked to his honest heart, realizes that their love is tarnished, and perhaps is was not love after all. The village pub owner's daughter is there- one of his kind- and how had he failed to realize she loved him for himself...The romance is staidly old-fashioned, but the feel of the English countryside is here again.