A lot of people see the satire, and it was satirical when written about the lower middle class (Balham has never been where the upper class live). I disagree.
There is something noble in the ordinary life, of faithfulness and contentment. The predictability of investments that remained safe. Mum at home, Dad working in the city, and contentment.
I don’t see satire. I see a subtle elegy. And yes, Brooke is as modern as Eliot.
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.
Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures,
Settled at Balham by the end of June.
Their money was in Can. Pacs. B. Debentures,
And in Antofagastas. Still he went
Cityward daily; still she did abide
At home. And both were really quite content
With work and social pleasures. Then they died.
They left three children (besides George, who drank):
The eldest Jane, who married Mr Bell,
William, the head-clerk in the County Bank,
And Henry, a stock-broker, doing well.