Clive Brook has been having an affair with Juliette Compton. His wife, Vivienne Osborne, will not give him a divorce. She understands the reason: sex. But that doesn't trump marriage, nor their two children..
It's a frank pre-code movie,with all the usual positions taken by various members of the family; Miss Osborne's mother, Elizabeth Patterson, divorced her father, Charles Winninger, and has been miserable ever since; her father has never remarried; one sister is married to Charles Ruggles, who has a relaxed yet sympathetic view towards the issue; the other sister, Dorothy Tree, is in love with a married man.
Despite the frankness, at 67 minutes it winds up being all too neat, tied up with a bow. Perhaps that is because the director is Robert Milton, who had a fairly short career. Before and after he was a stage director, and perhaps a little less efficiency in its story-telling, a bit more of the sloppiness and, yes, pain, might have made it more powerful movie. Or perhaps a more flamboyant lead than Brook might have done better by the subject. He's such a stiff in most of his Paramount performances, someone who shows up, speaks the line, then breaks for lunch, to return for the afternoon shooting.