But I'm feeling deliciously lazy." "/Embonpoint/ is the fashion," he remarked, "and you are inches short of even that yet.

Come and sit in the study while I write some letters." She held out her hands.
"Pull me up, then! I am much too comfortable to move unaided." She sprang to her feet lightly enough, and for a moment he kept her hands, which rested willingly enough in his.

They looked at one another in silence.

Then she laughed.
"My dear Arranmore," she protested, "I am not made up half carefully enough to stand such a critical survey by daylight.

Your north windows are too terrible." "Not to you, dear lady," he answered, smiling.