She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.

Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.