Stated first edition bound in tan cloth and boards. A near fine copy in a very good dust jacket. Dust soiling to the edges of the book's upper page block and tanning to the pages. The dust jacket has rubs to its spine tips and corners. 3/4" vertical tear at the front panel's lower left corner. Dust soiling to the panels. Dust jacket art by Nicolas Bentley.
The first story is definitely the most compelling, simply because it has the most depth. The second was still good, and honestly I think I tried to read them all too quickly or they declined in quality because the third one I lost interest pretty fast and skimmed to get to the end. But the writing and plotting are both tight, there are some Oscar Wilde-esque asides and aphorisms, and I enjoyed it as a light read. I appreciated that while there was a lot of impropriety there was not a lot of actual immorality. Plenty of temptation, though ;)
Like most British novels of its time, there's enough classicism to be uncomfortable at times and I can't say its portrayal of women is always stellar, but there are some good moments of humanity and sympathy for all. And the men don't always come off too well, either. Sort of an equal-opportunity satire, but without bitterness.