"There was too much beauty round Aragon, and too much beauty is dangerous . . . Rising above the river banks and stone flights of fox-watched steps, the house had the lonely quality of bird flight." The Georgian house of Aragon stands amongst rhododendrons and scented azaleas, a testament to centuries of gracious living. Here, with their mother, their dotty Aunt Pidgie and Nan O'Neill, the family nurse, live Grania and Sylvia Fox. Wild-blooded Grania is conducting a secret affair with Nan's son, Foley, a wiley horse-breeder, whilst Sylvia who is "pretty in the right and accepted way" falls for the charms of Captain Purvis. Attending Aragon's strawberry teas, the British Army Officers can almost forget the reason for their presence in Ireland. But the days of dignified calm at Aragon are numbered, for Foley is a member of Sinn Fein . . . In this dramatic and compelling novel, first published in 1941, M. J. Farrell portrays the endangered ease of Anglo-Irish life - its assumed superiority and careless evasions - with a vibrant wit and a powerful sense of the complexity of political realities.