CHAPTER XI.
P.P.C.
'It always seems to me so unlike you,' Aylmer said (he had arrived punctually at twenty minutes to four)--'your extreme fondness for newspapers.

You're quite celebrated as a collector of Last Editions, aren't you ?' 'I know it's very unliterary of me, but I enjoy reading newspapers better than reading anything else in the world.

After all, it's contemporary history, that's my defence.

But I suppose it is because I'm so intensely interested in life.' 'Tell me exactly, what papers do you really read ?' She laughed.

'Four morning papers--never mind their names--four evening papers; five Sunday papers: _The Academy, The Saturday Review, The Bookman, The World, The English Review_.' 'Well, I think it's wicked of you to encourage all this frivolity.