This novel, which won the first prize in Hodder & Stoughton's prize novel competition of $5,000, is acclaimed by the critics as an exquisite, sensitive and distinguished story--the story of a man determined to be happy. It is full of lovable men and women; its atmosphere is one of holiday carelessness. The Italian scenes of the book are especially charming.
n with wide, bright eyes. With just such eyes--only holding, let us hope, an adoration more masked--Sylvia Hope had long ago looked at Lord Hugh, seeing him beautiful, delicately featured, pale, and fair of skin, built with a strong fineness, and smiling with pleasant eyes. Lord Hugh's beauty of person and charm of manner had possibly (not certainly) meant more to Sylvia Hope than his son's meant to her son; and his prowess at football (if he had any) had almost certainly meant less. But, apart from the glamour of physical skill and strength and the official glory of captainship, the same charm worked on mother and son. The soft, quick, unemphasised voice, with the break of a laugh in it, had precisely the same disturbing effect on both.
"Well," Urquhart was saying, "when will they let you play again? You must buck up and get all right quickly.... I shouldn't wonder if you made a pretty decent three-quarter sometime.... You ought to use your arm as soon as you can, you know, or it gets stiff, and then