A Heine, a couple of de Musset's, and then three volumes of selected poems, from numbers of the English poets.
Lady Ethelrida picked them up delightedly.

They, too, were works of art, in their soft mauve morocco bindings, _chiffre_, with her monogram like the other, and tooled with gold.
"How enchanting!" she said.

"And look! They match my room.

How could you have guessed-- ?" And then she broke off and again looked down.
"You told me, the night I dined with you at Glastonbury House, that you loved mauve as a color and that violets were your favorite flower.

How could I forget ?" And he permitted himself to come a step nearer to her.
She did not move away.