Now she let Mary Gray's hands fall while she went swiftly to the table on which she had deposited her beautiful red roses.

"I brought them for you," she said, offering them to Mary Gray.
"How delicious! How sweet of you!" The smell of the roses was in the room.

It might have been the aura of the two exquisite women, he thought.

Nelly had come in carrying a little whiff of scent that went with her, as much a part of her as the soft rustling of her garments.

He closed his eyes and there came to his memory, sweet and sharp, the odour of wild thyme.