This is one of these books that nothing really happens, and yet it's still an enjoyable read. It's about Mary Jocelyn, who is described in the book as plain who lives with her father, Canon Jocelyn, an intelligent but cold man. Mary inherits her fathers intelligence, but as a woman, she does not have access to an education. She looks after both her sister and ultimately her father as he ages. It is a mundane life until she meets a rectar from the next village, Robert Herbert. Their friendship develops into love, and she believes that they will be engaged. However, she is disappointed when he marries Kathy, a younger, prettier, but less intellectual woman. Initially, all is well in the marriage, but it turns sour so Kathy and Robert spend time apart with Kathy going to the Riviera with friends. Whilst she's away, Mary and Robert kiss, and as a spinster, she remembers this throughout her life. Kathy has a face altering operation whilst abroad and returns to her husband, who supports her, and as a result, Mary once again takes a back seat. It's very sad in places, and to give context, there were a lot of spinsters due to the shortage of men due to the war, however I wanted her to find someone because of her intellect but this was not to be. I wanted to love it, but it was a classic that found difficult to engage with. There wasn't enough to hold my interest. It felt clumpy, and in parts, it dragged for me. The ending of the book was very sad and redeemed the dragging middle section. There are other classics that hold my attention far more, but I am glad I read it.