The author’s world of dolls and duplicity was made hauntingly real but the characterisations of the people paled. I even caught Petronella Brandt saying the self-same thing that Marin had previously done. Unfortunately none of the personalities seemed to come to life. In this respect they were no more animated than their wooden likenesses.
And would the young wife be as naive as one of the hounds who sat so lovingly at their masters’ feet? Her easily won devotion would seem as unlikely as snow in Summer, and was just about as believable.