“Just so. Luckily it was Helen’s aura, not mine, and she had to chaperone it and do the politenesses. I just sat with my handkerchief in my mouth till the man went.”
“Funny experiences seem to come to you two girls. No one’s ever asked me about my—what d’ye call it? Perhaps I’ve not got one.”
“You’re bound to have one, but it may be such a terrible colour that no one dares mention it.”
“Tell me, though, Miss Schlegel, do you really believe in the supernatural and all that?”
“Too difficult a question.”
“Why’s that? Gruyère or Stilton?”
“Gruyère, please.”
“Better have Stilton.”
“Stilton. Because, though I don’t believe in auras, and think Theosophy’s only a halfway-house—”
“—Yet there may be something in it all the same,” he concluded, with a frown.