=The Times.=--‘Harold Frederic stood head and shoulders above the ordinary run of novelists. _The Market-Place_ seizes the imagination and holds the reader’s interest, and it is suggestive and stimulating to thought.’
=The Bookman.=--‘Incomparably the best novel of the year. It is a ruthless exposure, a merciless satire. Both as satire and romance it is splendid reading. As a romance of the “City” it has no equal in modern fiction.’
=W. E. Henley in ‘The Outlook.’=--‘Mr. Capes’s devotion to style does him yeoman service all through this excellent romance.... I have read no book for long which contented me as this book. This story--excellently invented and excellently done--is one no lover of romance can afford to leave unread.’
=The St. James’s Gazette.=--‘The love-motif is of the quaintest and daintiest; the clash of arms is Stevensonian.... There is a vein of mystery running through the book, and greatly enhancing its interest.’
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN, 21 BEDFORD STREET, W.C.
=The Daily Telegraph.=--‘Perhaps never before has there been related with such detail, such convincing honesty, and such pitiless clearsightedness, the tale of misery and torturing perplexity, through which a young and ardent seeker after truth can struggle. It is all so strongly drawn. The book is simply and quietly written, and gains in force from its clear, direct style. Every page, every descriptive line bears the stamp of truth.’
=The Morning Post.=--‘_Via Lucis_ is but one more exercise, and by no means the least admirable, on that great and inexhaustible theme which has inspired countless artists and poets and novelists--the conflict between the aspirations of the soul for rest in religion and of the heart for human love and the warfare of the world.’
=The St. James’s Gazette.=--‘This is an extraordinarily fine novel.... We have not, for many years, come across a serious novel of modern life which has more powerfully impressed our imagination, or created such an instant conviction of the genius of its writer.... We express our own decided opinion that it is a book which, setting itself a profound human problem, treats it in a manner worthy of the profoundest thinkers of the time, with a literary art and a fulness of the knowledge of life which stamp a master novelist.... It is not meat for little people or for fools; but for those who care for English fiction as a vehicle of the constructive intellect, building up types of living humanity for our study, it will be a new revelation of strength, and strange, serious beauty.’