'This is the study,' said Hermione. 'Rupert, I have a rug that I want
you to have for here. Will you let me give it to you? Do--I want to
give it you.'
'What is it like?' he asked ungraciously.
'You haven't seen it. It is chiefly rose red, then blue, a metallic,
mid-blue, and a very soft dark blue. I think you would like it. Do you
think you would?'
'It sounds very nice,' he replied. 'What is it? Oriental? With a pile?'
'Yes. Persian! It is made of camel's hair, silky. I think it is called
Bergamos--twelve feet by seven--. Do you think it will do?'
'It would DO,' he said. 'But why should you give me an expensive rug? I
can manage perfectly well with my old Oxford Turkish.'
'But may I give it to you? Do let me.'
'How much did it cost?'
She looked at him, and said:
'I don't remember. It was quite cheap.'
He looked at her, his face set.
'I don't want to take it, Hermione,' he said.
'Do let me give it to the rooms,' she said, going up to him and putting
her hand on his arm lightly, pleadingly.
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