'You know it does.'
He was holding her hand. He slowly took off the glove, saying: 'What a funny woman you are, Edith. 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.