Why do you wear grey gloves? Nobody else
wears grey gloves.'
'I prefer white ones, but they won't stay white two minutes'
'I like these.'
'Tell me about Teddy. Don't, Aylmer!'
Aylmer was kissing her fingers one by one. She drew them away.
'Teddy! Oh, there's not much to tell.' Then he gave a little laugh. 'I
believe he's fallen in love with Miss Clay.'
'Has he really? Well, no wonder; think how pretty she is.'
'I know. Is she? I don't think she's a bit pretty.'
'She's to see Lady Conroy tomorrow, you know,' Edith said, divining an
anxiety or annoyance in Aylmer on the subject.
'Yes. Will it be all right?'
'Oh yes.'
'Well, Teddy's going back on Monday anyway, and I certainly don't need a
nurse any more. Headley will do all I want.'
Headley was the old butler.
'What scent do you use, Edith?'
'I hardly ever use any. I don't care for scent.'
'But lately you have,' he insisted. 'What is it? I think I like it.'
'It's got a silly name. It's called Omar Khayyam.'
'I thought it was Oriental. I think you're Oriental, Edith. Though
you're so fair and English-looking. How do you account for it?'
'I can't think,' said Edith.
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