“A row of books over your bed, h’m.”
“That was clever,” she smiled.
“I could guess the authors.”
“Try.”
“Meredith—Browning—Hardy—Wendell Holmes.”
“Pretty good—especially Meredith.”
“You mustn’t overdo Meredith—he is a cult, not an author. You’re intricate—with the ‘Diana’ courage, and that’s dangerous. If you care to borrow I have some books. Come and choose a few.”
“May I? I should like that.”
“Come tonight?”
“It’s the first night of the play.”