Also published as The Fascinating Mrs. Halton.
urse, he's awfully old; he must be nearly forty. He's dining to-night, isn't he? Then I shall arrange the table. Yes, you needn't look like that. I shan't make him take me in. He's supposed to be wicked, too. Oh, Gladys, it is so nice if men go playing about, and then fall in love with me. It's worth heaps of the other kind. Oh, don't look shocked; it is silly to look shocked, and so easy."
The hansom waited for a moment at the junction of Orchard Street and Oxford Street, and the innumerable company of locomotives sped by it. Motors shot by with a whirr and a bubbling, hansoms jingled westwards, large slow vans made deliberate progress, delaying the traffic as some half-built dam impedes the course of flowing water till it finds a way round it, and through the streams of wheels and horses pedestrians scuttled in and out like bolted rabbits. The whole tide of movement was at its height, and the little islands in mid-street were crowded with folk who were cut off, it would seem, by the rising flood-wate
I did not find the fascinating Mrs. Halton so very fascinating. I wanted to. I adore E. F. Benson. I think his Lucia stories are nothing short of brilliant, but this was not even close to what he was capable of producing. Read his Lucia Series. It is truly unforgettable.
After a year abroad, Daisy's beloved Aunt Jeannie has returned home to find her niece on the brink of agreeing to marry. Jeannie knows an unsavory secret about the man, yet dares not reveal it to Daisy. She therefore resolves to stop the romance at all costs. It's a slow, feeble and unsatisfying plot, without much of the wit Benson is known for.