14/26 "I only mean to say that Mr.Gryce and I are getting to be very good friends." "H'm--I see." Mrs.Trenor fixed a rapt eye upon her. "You know they say he has eight hundred thousand a year--and spends nothing, except on some rubbishy old books. And his mother has heart-disease and will leave him a lot more. OH, LILY, DO GO SLOWLY," her friend adjured her. "I shouldn't, for instance," she remarked, "be in any haste to tell him that he had a lot of rubbishy old books." "No, of course not; I know you're wonderful about getting up people's subjects. |