Then how does it end?
It ends, in spite of your confounded English narrowness and prejudice, in my being perfectly happy and comfortable.

Where's the sherry ?" My head was by this time in such a condition, that I was not quite sure whether it was my own head, or Mr.Franklin's.

In this deplorable state, I contrived to do, what I take to have been, three Objective things.
I got Mr.Franklin his sherry; I retired to my own room; and I solaced myself with the most composing pipe of tobacco I ever remember to have smoked in my life.
Don't suppose, however, that I was quit of Mr.Franklin on such easy terms as these.

Drifting again, out of the morning-room into the hall, he found his way to the offices next, smelt my pipe, and was instantly reminded that he had been simple enough to give up smoking for Miss Rachel's sake.

In the twinkling of an eye, he burst in on me with his cigar-case, and came out strong on the one everlasting subject, in his neat, witty, unbelieving, French way.