It seems that employer-employee relationships of the mid-20th century must have been fraught, with male bosses insisting upon the highest standards of behaviour from their female employees and then asking them out on dates and kissing them randomly. I'm getting the oddest ideas from Essie Summers. Perhaps it's all a misunderstanding like the one between Mattieu McQueen, so conveniently called Hugh by his up-country friends and family to mislead readers and heroine, and Rosamond whats-her-name. ( )