“It’s awfully brave of you to think that, and not make fun of me. If I were an angel I should just love to hold the earth to my nose and smell the sweet-breathing brier. That’s eglantine, you know.”
“I know, but the odor is evanescent.”
“So are all the woodland odors.”
“No. I’ve found one that will last.”
She looked at him thoughtfully.
“Are you a poet?”
“Far from it. I’m a business man. It’s a wonder I’m here at all instead of a few miles east, at Sudbury. I might have been sent there to buy nickel.”
Chapter 29. Copper
She made no reply. Overhead the turbulent updrafts fiercely united the drops of rain, disrupted them, reunited them and again disrupted them, and let them fall with heavy positive charges. The little storm was at its height.
Marvin felt dimly that something was wrong. The swift sweet interchange of thought had ceased.