A strange book, from the author of Madame Claire and a number of other novels, for the first time with angles that verge on the abnormal. There's more than a hint of Lesbian complications, balanced by a staid and rather inconclusive love affair. Medwin Blair has been oddly brought up, but has acquired enough training to qualify for a difficult secretarial post with two women,- one an emotional widow, the other a tense, high-strung spinster, with undeniable charm and a dominant sense of possession. They are both rich, both seek outlets in good works, they share a luxurious home, and Medwin has her own quite private quarters in another house on the place. But her privacy is continually challenged by the jealous demands made upon her by her employers. She learns of the spinster's frustrated romance, the suicide of a school friend because of it, the quarrel with the brother who interfered. And almost simultaneously she meets the son of that selfsame brother, and they fall in love despite his marriage to- and separation from-an unfaithful wife. A ""pull devil-pull baker"" situation on all fronts, not simplified by Medwin's profligate father and invalid mother and eccentric aunt. As the story comes to a close, Medwin sends the husband back to his wife, and agrees to stand by her employers, if only they cement their quarrels. An unsatisfactory and perhaps too too noble an ending, for a story in which no one of the characters ever quite comes to life.