Presently he was able to move to her side.

She spread her fan upon her lap, and, ruffling its edge of white fur, said negligently: 'So you decided to waste an evening, Mr.Egremont.' 'I decided to have an evening of rest and enjoyment.' 'I suppose you are working dreadfully hard.

When do you open your library ?' 'Scarcely in less than four or five months.' 'And will you stand at the counter and give out books, like the young men at Mudie's ?' 'Sometimes, I dare say.

But I have found a librarian.' 'Who is he ?' 'A working man in Lambeth.

One of the most sympathetic natures I have ever met; a man who might have gone on all his life making candles--that is how things are arranged.' 'Making candles?
What a funny change of occupation! And you really think you are doing good in that disagreeable place ?' 'I can only hope.' 'You are quite sure you are not doing harm ?' 'Does it seem to you that I am ?' Paula assumed an air of wisdom.
'Of course I have no right to speak of such things, but it is my opinion that you are destroying their sense of self-respect.