'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 Khayyám.'
'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.