Love in a Cold ClimateReissued on the 70th anniversary of the first publication of The Pursuit of Love by Hamish Hamilton 'How lovely green velvet and silver. I call that a dream, so soft and delicious, too.' She rubbed a fold of the skirt against her cheek. 'Mine's silver lame, it smells like a bird cage when it gets hot but I do love it. Aren't you thankful evening skirts are long again?' Ah, the dresses! But oh, the monotony of the Season, with its endless run of