I read one book a year--never more.

A few sentences in bed in the morning, and a few sentences in bed at night.

Yours shall be my book for 1923." He took a little notebook and a pencil from his pocket.

"Now what title will it have ?" "'A Woman's Heart, and Who Broke It,'" replied Joan, blushing from her temples to her throat.
Miranda repeated the title in an ecstasy of admiration, and asked the world at large: "Isn't it all wonderful ?" "'And Who Broke It,'" quoted Mr.Albany Todd as he wrote the title down.
He put his pocket-book away.
"The volume I am reading now----" "Yes ?" said Joan eagerly.

With what master was she to find herself in company?
She was not to know.
"-- --was given to me exquisitely bound by a very dear friend of mine, now alas! in precarious health!--the Marquis of Bridlington," said Mr.
Albany Todd--an audible groan from Harold Jupp; an imploring glance from Millie Splay, and to her immense relief the butler ushered in Harry Luttrell.