In a sort of way, I _did_ enjoy myself.

For one thing, I took a subscription at Mudie's, and began to read once more.

You can't think how it pleased me to get my books--new books--where rich people do.

I changed a volume about every other day--I had so many hours I didn't know what to do with.

Patty was the only friend I had made, so I took her about with me whenever she could get away in the evening." "Yet never once dined at a restaurant," remarked Hilliard, laughing.
"There's the difference between man and woman." "My ideas of extravagance were very modest, after all." Hilliard, fingering his coffee-cup, said in a lower voice: "Yet you haven't told me everything." Eve looked away, and kept silence.
"By the time I met you"-- he spoke in his ordinary tone--"you had begun to grow tired of it." "Yes--and----" She rose.