Here he picked up a dagger, there a turquoise in the matrix, and again some inlaid wood from Sorrento.

From these his interest traveled to and lingered over some celebrated autographs.
"Happiness is a peculiar thing," went on the dramatist.

"It is far less distinctive than fame or fortune.

They sometimes knock at your door, but happiness steals in without warning, and often leaves as mysteriously as it comes." Bennington paused to examine a jade cigarette case, which he opened and closed aimlessly.

And there were queer little Japanese ash-trays that arrested his attention.
"Men like you and me, Jack, never marry unless we love.