Nan Davenport must make a choice between her own happiness and her father's bond.
w in her skin. It was one of those rare, creamy skins, with a golden undertone and the feature of a flower petal, sometimes found in conjunction with dark hair. The faint colour in her cheeks was of that same warm rose which the sun kisses into glowing life on the velvet skin of an apricot.
The colour deepened suddenly in her face as the sound of an electric bell trilled through the flat. Dropping her arms to her sides, she stood motionless, like a bird poised for flight. Then, with a little impatient shrug of her shoulders, she made her way slowly, almost unwillingly, across the hall and threw open the door.
"You, Maryon?" she said a trifle breathlessly. Then, as he entered: "I--I hardly expected you."
He took both her hands in his and kissed them.
"It's several years since I expected anything," he answered. "Now--I only hope."
"Come in, pessimist, and don't begin by being epigrammatic on the very doorstep. Tea? Or coffee? I'm afraid the flat doesn't run
Nan and Peter meet and fall in love but unfortunately Peter's married(and seperated). Nan (in a series of bad choices) gets engaged to Roger,almost runs away with Maryon and finally ends up with Peter after his wife Celia(opurtunely)dies.It could have been better.