Mrs.
Blessingbourne did feel, it then appeared, the force of the fellow, but she had her reserves and reactions, in which Voyt was much interested.
Mrs.Dyott rather detached herself, mainly gazing, as she leaned back, at the fire; she intervened, however, enough to relieve Maud of the sense of being listened to.

That sense, with Maud, was too apt to convey that one was listened to for a fool.

"Yes, when I read a novel I mostly read a French one," she had said to Voyt in answer to a question about her usual practice; "for I seem with it to get hold more of the real thing--to get more life for my money.

Only I'm not so infatuated with them but that sometimes for months and months on end I don't read any fiction at all." The two books were now together beside them.

"Then when you begin again you read a mass ?" "Dear no.