I only keep up with three or four authors." He laughed at this over the cigarette he had been allowed to light.

"I like your 'keeping up,' and keeping up in particular with 'authors.'" "One must keep up with somebody," Mrs.Dyott threw off.
"I daresay I'm ridiculous," Mrs.Blessingbourne conceded without heeding it; "but that's the way we express ourselves in my part of the country." "I only alluded," said Voyt, "to the tremendous conscience of your sex.
It's more than mine can keep up with.

You take everything too hard.

But if you can't read the novel of British and American manufacture, heaven knows I'm at one with you.

It seems really to show our sense of life as the sense of puppies and kittens." "Well," Maud more patiently returned, "I'm told all sorts of people are now doing wonderful things; but somehow I remain outside." "Ah it's THEY, it's our poor twangers and twaddlers who remain outside.
They pick up a living in the street.