You'll find that cognac very fine.

Won't you have a cigar ?" The Captain extended his russia-leather case with the blandest smile.
It was a very handsome case.

Captain Paget was a man who could descend into some unknown depths of the social ocean in the last stage of shabbiness, and who, while his acquaintance were congratulating themselves upon the fact of his permanent disappearance, would start up suddenly in an unexpected place, provided with every necessity and luxury of civilized life, from a wardrobe by Poole to the last fashionable absurdity in the shape of a cigar-case.
Never had Valentine Hawkehurst found his patron more agreeably disposed than he seemed to be this evening, and never had he felt more inclined to suspect him.
"And what have you been doing while I have been away ?" the young man asked presently.

"Any more promoting work ?" "Well, yes, a little bit of provincial business; a life-and-fire on a novel principle; a really good thing, if we can only find men with perception enough to see its merits, and pluck enough to hazard their capital.

But promoting in the provinces is very dull work.