THE WINDOW. (Mills and Boon. 7s. 6d.)—A young wastrel dying
in the heart of Africa—a " plucky and superb ' young woman protecting an innocent child from the slander of a nasty old woman—mix the ingredients well ; add a rich young man of high ideals anxious to put everything right and repay a debt of honour, and you have the material for a " hundred per cent. human interest " film plot. Unfor- tunately that is what Miss Alice Grant Rosman has done in her novel The Window. One is interested in it to start with, as the characters have a certain amount of charm, but gradually this becomes more and more coated with sugar till at length even the delightful English village in which the action takes place becomes slightly nauseating. So many prigs and so much moralizing, made rather worse by an attempt to cover it with a spirit of English diffidence—as if the characters had not the strength of their convictions, but must needs do their moralizing apologetically—takes away a great deal of the interest of a book which is quite well written. We hope that Miss Rosman will shake off her sentimentality and give us another taste of her quality.
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