Now what do we do?
Tell stories?
I promise you that I will be a wonderful listener." "First of all you drink half a glass of this port," he declared, filling her glass, "then you peel me one of those peaches, and we divide it.
After which we listen for a ring at the bell.

To-night I expect a visitor." "A visitor ?" "Not a social one," he assured her.

"A matter of business which I fear will take me from you for the rest of the evening.

So let us make the most of the time until he comes." She commenced her task with the peach, talking to him all the time a little gravely, a sweet and picturesque picture of a graceful and very desirable woman, her delicate shape and artistic fragility more than ever accentuated by the sombreness of the background.
"Do you know, Everard," she said, "I am so happy in London here with you, and I feel all the time so strong and well.

I can read and understand the books which were a maze of print to me before.