There are some new books"-- he pointed to a side-table where the obvious contents of a Mudie box, with some magazines, were laid out--"and if you want old ones, that door"-- he waved towards one at the far end of the room--"will take you into the library.

My great-grandfather's collection--not mine! And then one has ridiculous scruples about burning them! However, you'll find a few nice ones.

Please make yourself at home!" And with a slight bow to her, the first sign in him of those manners of the _grand seigneur_ she had vaguely expected, he was moving away, when she said hurriedly, pursuing her own thought: "You said Miss Pitstone was very good-looking ?" "Oh, very!" He laughed.

"She's exactly like Romney's Lady Hamilton.

You know the type ?" "Ye-es," said Mrs.Friend.