I've had a regular little snuggery fitted up there; and we can go in and see the fellows making up the horses." Crosbie wished the Honourable John at the mischief.
"I have letters to write," said he.

"Besides, I never smoke before dinner." "That's nonsense.

I've smoked hundreds of cigars with you before dinner.

Are you going to turn curmudgeon, too, like George and the rest of them?
I don't know what's coming to the world! I suppose the fact is, that little girl at Allington won't let you smoke." "The little girl at Allington--" began Crosbie; and then he reflected that it would not be well for him to say anything to his present companion about that little girl.

"I'll tell you what it is," said he.