Yet she was the first who spoke.
"I trust your book has been interesting." "Well enough; a little mild." A louder throb of the tempest had blurred the sound of the words.

"A little wild ?" "Dear no--timid and tame; unless I've quite lost my sense." "Perhaps you have," Mrs.Dyott placidly suggested--"reading so many." Her companion made a motion of feigned despair.

"Ah you take away my courage for going to my room, as I was just meaning to, for another." "Another French one ?" "I'm afraid." "Do you carry them by the dozen-- ?" "Into innocent British homes ?" Maud tried to remember.

"I believe I brought three--seeing them in a shop-window as I passed through town.

It never rains but it pours! But I've already read two." "And are they the only ones you do read ?" "French ones ?" Maud considered.