PmaUl”—(By (foorsttta Hayur).Unreasonably enough, nu»8t Of us seem to have a kind of prejudice against women writers, from George :iiot right down to Baroness Gorezv, but in “Pastel Georgette- Heyer's new novel (Longman's, Green k Co.1 we seem to forget the sex of the writer in the enchantment of the talc, whieh. (Although nbont women, might quite as well have been written by a man.I mther fancy the theme has been worked before, bnt Miss Heyer has written a atorv that does not entirely depend upon theme. “Pastel is the account of a girl. Frances Htornnwny. who is continually outshone by her brilliant sister. Evelyn, who scoops in all the ndmirntion and prizes, and, finally, Frances’ own hero—Oliver Fayre—who is drawn with that fnint strain of femininity that few women writers seem to bo nhlr to keep out of their mnle characters.However, “ Pastel” Is an absorbing and human story, admirably told, nnd containing easy nnd natural dialogue. Yon will svmpathine with Frances, who. though t» doll girl, is rather n dear, and yon wil1 feel glad when at last romance comes to her in the form of thnt stodgy, but nice, young man. Xnrman Acre. There are heaps of other delightful people in “Pastel. nnd the one I think I liked more than any was thnt absurd dog “\ibs. who. when the hnhv cried, “held his head on one side and looked too funny for words.” The book has the further merit—rnre in modem novels—of be-in? rlenn. dlt;*cent and wholesome in ton^-npnrt frrm its being one of the most charming variations on the Cinderella theme that I have ever read.