Mrs.Wade mentioned a book by the same author which had appeared more than a year ago.
"Yes, I read that when it came out," said Lilian, and began to talk of it.
Mrs.Wade kept silence, then remarked carelessly: "You had them in the Tauchnitz series, I suppose ?" Had her eyes been turned that way, she must have observed the strange look which flashed across her companion's countenance.

Lilian seemed to draw in her breath, though silently.
"Yes--Tauchnitz," she answered.
Mrs.Wade appeared quite unconscious of anything unusual in the tone.
She was gazing at the fire.
"It isn't often I find time for novels," she said; "for new ones, that is.

A few of the old are generally all I need.

Can you read George Eliot?
What a miserably conventional soul that woman has!" "Conventional?
But"---- "Oh, I know! But she is British conventionality to the core.

I have heard people say that she hasn't the courage of her opinions; but that is precisely what she _has_, and every page of her work declares it flagrantly.