Go out on the terrace; your poor father always took his cigar on the terrace.

They say smoking leads to meditation; I leave you to meditate on Lady Lena.

Don't forget--luncheon at one o'clock, and the carriage at two." She smiled, and kissed her hand, and fluttered out of the room.

Charming; perfectly charming.

And yet I was ungrateful enough to wish myself back in Germany again.
I lit my cigar, but not on the terrace.