“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.