He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros.

Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?

Dear, Missus, Mister – I beg you never to give thoughts to war, in no way, not to work for it, not by writing nor by reading about it nor by looking at the pictures...

All the same, I don’t mean nothin’ you wouldn’t like yer mas to know about, see? That’s straight, that is. It’s Art, and that makes all the difference. *When it ain’t Art it’s dirt, but...

Haven’t you enough money?’For she knew that this is what is the matter with nearly everybody over twenty-five.

One of the disadvantages of almost universal education was the fact that all kinds of persons acquired a familiarity with one’s favourite writers. It gave one a curious feeling; it was like seeing a drunken...

While she lay there with these old worn thoughts coming obediently into her mind, called there by habit and the familiar quiet of early morning, she was aware that at the back of her mind...

This may not be much, but it is something. Tomorrow we die; but at least we danced in silver shoes.

I think it’s degrading of you, Flora,’ cried Mrs Smiling at breakfast. ‘Do you truly mean that you don’t ever want to work at anything?’Her friend replied after some thought: ‘Well, when I am fifty-three...

Twice, in half an hour, Hetty had held up Miss Barlow’s plans, and prevented her from moving as quickly as possible on to the next pleasure. Miss Barlow liked her life to be a steady...