Good luck to you." "The same to you," rejoined Maurice, "only worse." The Colonel's departure was followed by a period of temporary speechlessness.

Maurice smoked several "Khedives," while Fitzgerald emptied two or three pipe-bowls.
"You seem to be in bad odor, Maurice," the latter ventured.
"In more ways than one.

Where, in heaven's name, did you resurrect that pipe ?" "In the stables.

It isn't the pipe, it's the tobacco.

I had to break up some cigars." Then came another period in the conversation.