Sinopsis

"Chap" West, who was never an enthusiast for work, laid down the long pole that had brought him from Bisham to the shade of a backwater west of Hurley Lock, and dropped to the cushions at the bottom of the punt, groaning his relief. He was a lank youth, somewhat short-sighted, and the huge horn-rimmed spectacles which decorated his knobbly face lent him an air of scholarship which his school record hardly endorsed. Elsie West woke from a doze, took one glance at her surroundings and settled herself more comfortably. "Light the stove and make some tea," she murmured.