Dorothy Whipple’s first book, pub’d in 1927, so of course we can make a few excuses about the tender shoots of talent that show through the general muddling. Anne is precocious, raised by a stern father who (just like Whipple) sends her to a convent to study, then she discovers she needs to work when her father dies and the family is broken up. Her maid, Emily, sticks with her through a rough patch of living with her psychotic Aunt (caught, gratifyingly, grabbing Emily’s hair when the Vicar arrives unexpectedly during the middle of one of her violent fit). Anne borrows money from Emily to learn typing, gets a job in an office and falls for the boss, Richard, who asks her to marry him. Meanwhile there’s a passion from young ages with the slightly underclass George Yates who eventually grows into a respectable citizen with “prospects.” She takes up with George after he returns from the war and when Richard refuses to attend social events and dances. Eventually she decides to stick it out with Richard, the end.