"Miss Rosser!" he cried suddenly, "I am the most arrant humbug!"
"Aren't you really interested in the books?" she asked.
"Yes, but, you know, life is more than letters. Not so much in the
books as in you. Although I am going to ask you to let me take one of
them home, and I shall enjoy reading it, my actual object is to find an
excuse for coming again."
"Which will you take?" she asked.
"This looks promising," said Jimmy, selecting a grey-covered volume.
"It is about an ill-assorted marriage," she explained.
"Oh well, the majority of modern novels are."
"Certainly the majority of my father's," she said. "And yet his own
marriage was such a perfect success."
"Obviously!" answered Jimmy, turning to face her.
"You have heard----"
"Not at all. The happy country has no history, you know. I merely
judge by the result."
Her eyes fell under his gaze, and he saw the colour slowly mantle her
face and neck. "Oh, why do you flatter me?" she murmured.
"Don't you like flattery?"
Now she raised her eyes again, meeting his own.
"Oh, I love it," she admitted. "But there are so very many undesirable
things I adore.
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