Oxtx Tuese: By Benjamin Swift.
Messrs. Thornton & Butterworth, Publishers, London.
Described as "'a romance of present day English life," the novel fails sadly to live up to expectations. There is nothing romantic from first chapter to last, the title and a few sub-headings excepted. Instead, we have a story which might well figure prominently in the more sensational Sunday papers. We form acquaintance with a son of one of the "new rich," the central figure of the book, just after he has returned from France with a V.C. and when his father has been included in the Honours List as a Viscount. "Captain Hugh, we are informed, has spent a Saturday afternoon in Epping Forest with the daughter of a London chemist and—a heavy thunderstorm overtaking them—the night is spent at the nearest inn. Surely nothing very romantic about that episode! The whole story, however, centres around the consequent developments and finishes up with an unpleasant relation of concealment of birth, disposal of the body, its resovety by
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.