The Composite Lady. By Thomas Cobb. (Chapman and Hall. 6s.)—Mr.
Cobb has apparently given up the attempt to keep to the high standard of his early novels, for he now always contents himself with slight short stories of no great interest. He does not lack a central idea, and he always writes pleasantly, but he no longer seems to take the trouble to elaborate his themes, and the general result of his work is poor. The Composite Lady proves, unfortunately, no exception to this lowering of standard. The main idea is not bad, but the execution is confused, and the reader has the feeling that Mr. Cobb does not know while he is writing one chapter quite what he is going to say in the next. We wish it were possible to persuade Mr. Cobb to take more trouble with his work, and return to the level of his first books.
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