No lilac bloomed in the blighted Springs of Bludston.
"Does it smell sweet ?" "Yuss.

So does the may and the syringa and the new-mown hay and the seaweed.

Never smelt any of 'em ?" "No," sighed Paul, sensuously conscious of new and vague horizons.

"I once smelled summat sweet," he said dreamily.

"It wur a lady." "D'ye mean a woman ?" "No.