Excerpts from the Book 'The Incomplete Amorist':

... narrow path-the grasses met above her feet-crossed the park, and reached the rabbit warren, where the chalk breaks through the thin dry turf, and the ...
... life was power. One cannot be very powerful with just two hundred a year, and a doubtful position as the widow of a boy whose relations are prepared ...
... flattery. I do not think he could say anything unless he really thought it. He is that sort of man, I think. I am so glad he is so good. If he were ...
... Betty to be met no Betty of any kind. Instead, a short squarely-built middle-aged lady walked briskly into the room, and turned to see the door well ...
... sickening to have the whole show given away like this. Oh, I believe in your regret! My regret, said Vernon steadily, for any pain I may have caused ...
... remarked Eustace Vernon, sipping Vermouth at a little table, insists that, if you sit long enough outside the Caf'e de la Paix, you will see everyone ...
... till Uncle James should appear. Yes, decidedly, Monsieur breakfasted. He wondered where the clients of the hotel had hidden themselves. Were they ...
... woman rose, rustled quickly to Betty, knocking over a chair in her passage, held out a hand, and said in excellent English: How do you do? Betty ...
... with the more interest of the unformed, immature grace of the other woman-Betty, in whose heart he had not had the chance to plant either thorns ...
... me what I meant by daring to contaminate an innocent girl by my society?-Well, you can go to Hell, and ask there. She rose, knocking over a chair. Don't ...
... forward eagerly. Because you were afraid. Afraid? Afraid of handicapping her. You knew you would meet people who knew you. You gave it all up-all ...
... his plumage and she called him Friendship. She blushed sometimes and stamped her foot when she remembered those meetings in the summer mornings, her tremors, ...
... girl was evidently stupid, and one need not pick one's words. Yes, said Betty. Mr. Vernon's a great friend of yours, isn't he? Yes. I suppose ...
... she laughed rather forlornly, what I had told Miss Desmond. Well, I went to see her, and when she told me that you'd told her you were engaged to me, I-I ...
... any other letters. Vernon still went twice a week to the sketch-club. To have stayed away would have been to confess, to the whole alert and interested ...
... Barton. The little hooded diligence was waiting in the hot white dust outside the station. But yes.-It is I who transport all the guests of Madame Chevillon, ...
... at home, he said. And I don't see why I am waiting till next week. I'll go to-morrow. If you are pulling a rose to pieces it is very important to ...
... I think I'm getting not to care at all. Then-look here: may I ask you again some time, and we'll go on just like we have been? No, said Betty. ...
... about her a little! She's the only living thing I do care for-or ever have cared for except one. Oh, it is like a woman to cast it up at me as a ...
... in an omnibus. He had sat down at one of the little tables, and was looking out over the shining river with eyes half shut. But it's not true, he ...