"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.