Then Langton drew Graham's attention to one or two other books, one of which had a gaudy cover representing a mistress with a birch-rod in her hands and a number of canes hung up beside her, while a girl of fifteen or so, with very red cheeks, was apparently about to be whipped.

"Good Lord," said Langton, "the French are beyond me.

This window is a study for you, Graham, in itself.

I should take it that it means that there is nothing real in life.

It is utterly cynical.
"'And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, End in what All begins and ends in--Yes; Think then you are To-day what Yesterday You were--To-morrow you shall not be less,'" he quoted.
"Yes," said Peter.