‘How lovely it is to see you and how lovely you smell. What is it?’ Prudence murmured the name a little self-consciously, for she knew that her French accent was not good and the name was of an amorous kind that sounded a little ridiculous when said out loud. Anyway, it would convey nothing to Jane. She gritted her teeth for Jane’s peal of laughter, which came almost before she had finished speaking.
