"Do you like it?"
"What a queer question!" she said. "No other man would have asked it."
"The obvious," said he, shrugging his shoulders.
"I couldn't help knowing you didn't like it."
"Then why should I use it?"
His glance drifted slowly away from hers. He lit a cigarette with much attention to detail.
"Why should I use perfume I don't like?" persisted she.
"What's the use of going into that?" said he.
"But I do like it—in a way," she went on after a pause. "It is—it seems to me the odor of myself."
"Yes—it is," he admitted.