'Demonstrating the need for women's economic and emotional independence, 'Red Pottage' created a scandal on publication with its attack on the pretensions and complacency of the English middle classes.' [From Alibris Website catalogue, 9th December, 2004]
Neither man moved within, only one spoke. There was no other sound to deaden her husband's distinct, low voice. The silence that followed his last words, "Will you draw?" was broken by his laugh, and she had barely time to throw herself back from the door into a dark recess under the staircase before Hugh came out. He almost touched her as he passed. He must have seen her, if he had been capable of seeing anything; but he went straight on unheeding. And as she stole a few steps to gaze after him, she saw him cross the hall and go out into the night without his hat and coat, the amazed servants staring after him.
She drew back to go up-stairs, and met her husband coming slowly out of the study. He looked steadily at her, as she clung trembling to the banisters. There was no alteration in his glance, and she suddenly perceived that what he knew now he had always known. She put her hand to her head.
"You look tired," he said, in the level voice to which she was accustomed. "You ha
Mary Cholmondeley is a very original writer. Hertheme is love, and how we grow and change. The loves of two women are followed, two very close but entirely different personalities, the men that love them, within which framework she contrasts a narrow minded man and his wife and how lack of love and perception leads only to destruction. I was fascinated throughout, and found some of the descriptive passages very moving.
A little known but brilliant writer.