“I think she reads too many novels,” she said.
“Oh, they broaden her mind,” said Herbert. “Although, I must confess they bore me to death.... Now what have I done with my cigarette-case?”
He felt all over his pockets, but could not find the desired thing.
“Oh, the curse of pockets!”
“Some of them are very dangerous, Herbert.”
“What, pockets?”
“No, novels,” said Mrs. Heywood. “Look at this.”
She thrust under his eyes the novel with the picture of the flaming lady.
“Gee whizz!” said Herbert, laughing. “Oh, well, she’s a married woman.”
“Do you see who the author is, Herbert?” Herbert look, and was astonished.