Only her handkerchief was inside.

I gave it back, and she gave me a shilling.

But the queer thing, sir, is the scent." "What scent ?" asked Jennings, looking keenly at the man.
"Oh, a strange strong scent, fit to knock you down, sir." "Well, and why shouldn't a lady use scent.

It is customary." "It is, sir.

My wife uses scent.