The Pursuit of Love (Radlett and Montdore #1)

by Nancy Mitford

péte, quoi?”

“Qu’est-ce que c’est ce custard, qu’on fout partout?”

plane trees.

contained nothing but French classics bound in contemporary

“fin de siècle.” There was a certain analogy, she thought, between the state of mind which it denoted and that prevailing now, only now it was more like “fin de vie.” It was as though everybody around her, and she herself, were living out the last few days of their lives, but this curious feeling did not disturb her, she was possessed by a calm and happy fatalism. She occupied the hours of waiting between Fabrice’s visits by