A broad vein of humour running through this fascinating story prevents its drama degenerating into melodrama. In its pages Mr. Whitelaw gives his readers many thrills, plenty of laughs, but never a yawn.
only nine o'clock."
"That's enough, Edward; you've said what you've said. I'm astonished, but it can't be mended; they say men speak their true thoughts when they're in drink."
"I beg your pardon, Charlotte, I----"
"I'm not angry, Edward, but don't bang the lamp down like that, you'll splash the oil out. I repeat I'm not angry, only sorry. When I see a man come home at this hour and turn up his nose at a glass of good honest ale I know what it means. But that doesn't excuse what you said about uncle."
"Well, he's a rotten nuisance. I know as well as you do that we can't afford to upset the old chap, but he shouldn't come down on us like this, especially----"
"----especially when it's--it's not convenient. The fact is, Charlotte, we'll have to draw in our horns a bit. I've got the sack, my dear, the push--the bullet--after twenty-two years--curse 'em."
"Edward, you forget you're speaking to me."
"Oh, no, I don't, my dear. I'm talki
This was fun! Mr. Povey is a milquetoast. His life is dreary. Although the author blames "FATE" for the coincidences that occur in his humdrum existence to the dreariness to end, it doesn't matter. If you have ever loathed your job or your life condition, you'll enjoy watching the metamorphosis of Mr. Povey. A sweet royal romance facilitates the change. Enjoy!