"You will have to come by my home sometime," Edith said, sounding rather demanding. "I will see to it that you have a bath and that nothing happens to you in the process." There were nearing the bakery now, a fancy place in the richer parts of London. She smiled over at him as she stopped outside a door, the strong scent of fresh bread in the air. "Go in," she ordered.
"Nils," she repeated. "I'm Edith Mountford-Miles," she said quickly before smiling darkly again. "And do you work Nils?" she asked curiously.