I’ve never wholeheartedly liked anything that Marghanita Laski wrote, including this novel, which is the only thing I’ve been able to finish of hers. Post-war destruction/erosion of the class system played out via the romance of an upper class yet poor as a church mouse woman and a hardy, hard-working, up-and-coming son of her old charwoman. They start seeing each other when they find themselves both stood up for movie dates on Friday night, Margaret with her girlfriend Jill and Roy with his ex-girlfriend. They carry on a clandestine relationship and once Roy finds them a place to live, break the news to Margaret’s parents who refuse to give consent to wed. Eventually, and by forcing the young couple to emigrate to Australia forgodsake, they agree.