"Look here." And she showed him a little scrape on her arm--the full round arm that was exposed.

"Put some court-plaster on that, please." He obeyed.

"And now," she said, "before you go I want to put a question to you.

Sit round there in front of me, on that low chair, and bring the candles, or one, to the little table.

Do you smoke?
Yes?
That's right--I am learning.