George Cannon is a callow trainee architect with social climbing ambitions. He falls for the pretty and modest Marguerite, then the more ambitious Lois.
Bennett's male leads are a smug, self-regarding shower of grasping provincials with just enough insecurities to keep you interested in them. At least they are honest about their ambitions:
'He perceived the limitations of the world in which Marguerite lived. It was a world too small and too austere for him. He required the spaciousness and the splendor of the new world in which Irene Wheeler and the Ingram's lived - yea, that it was a world that excited the sardonic in him.'
The sardonic, yes; but also the slavish. On the flip side of that, Cannon's view of a couple less successful than himself, could just as well be a description of Bennet's view on everyone: 'While condescending to them, he somehow envied them.'
This is second book of Bennett's I've read recently. I preferred the previous one, The Pretty Lady. That was set during WWI, and the war looms large at the end of this novel too.
The protagonist of that other novel was too old for active service, but this is not the case with Cannon. Playing tennis and helping his wife decide on the best tea-gown simply won't do when he is young enough to enlist.
So by the end of the book he is thirty-three and in the army, still callow, still full of himself, still difficult to care too much about.