'I do believe you object to her being in love with Bruce,' said Aylmer reproachfully. 'That's a thing I will not stand.'
'Indeed I don't. Besides, she's not. Who could be?… And don't be jealous of Bruce, Aylmer…. I know she's very motherly to him, and kind. But she's the same to everyone.'
They talked on for a few minutes. Then Edith said:
'Good-bye. I must go.'
'Good-bye,' said Aylmer.
'Oh! Are you going to let me go already?' she asked reproachfully.
She leant over him. Some impulse seemed to draw her near to him.
'You're using that Omar Khayyám scent again,' he said. 'I wish you wouldn't.'
'Why? you said you liked it.'
'I do like it. I like it too much.'