He had always been certain that women read very little. Except of course the social columns of the newspapers and the magazines in which they would frequently see a photograph or sketch of themselves.
As they trotted on he enquired,
“I suppose you read quite a lot.”
“Whenever I get the chance. We did have quite a good collection of classic authors at the Convent. But I want to explore your library – just as I want to explore you.”
“As an Arab would say – ‘everything I have is yours’.”
“Including your books, I would hope, but I must warn you that I am a very fast reader and when we can think of ourselves instead of others, we must fill up the shelves with every new book that is published.”
“I shall be most interested to see what your favourite reading is. I have the idea that you were
