There is something very cheerful and optimistic about this sketch of society life. If it is wrong anywhere it is in its atmosphere of perennial sunshine.
y. You're just like papa. He was madly in love with her once."
"Only once!" Savile was contemptuous.
"Well, Savile dear, anyhow I advise you to break it off definitely with Dolly. She's only just fourteen now, and it would interfere with her lessons. Besides, I know her mother wants her to go in for Physical Culture during the holidays. What are those exercises--Swedenborgian or something--anyhow, it takes up time. Besides, I somehow feel that that (the affair with Dolly) was more a sort of boy-and-girl fancy. Don't you think so? This, of course, is the great romance of your life. It will probably last for ever. Of course I know it's only a kind of distant worship and adoration, but still----"
"How well you know, by Jove! Felicity, I tell you what--I'm not going to think about it any more. I know there's no hope. Is she likely to sing again this season?"
"Oh, Felicity, let me come with you!... No, I won't. I'd rather go alone in the balcony."
Sprightly Regency romance, the sort of book that must have inspired Georgette Heyer, though she did it better. The penniless secretary and the beautiful heiress are in love but cannot marry. An older millionaire, also in love with her, tries to get his rival out of the way. Meanwhile her married sister and younger brother have their own romantic troubles. Fluffy but fun.