You are not a customer, but you may walk in.

I shall make no money out of you, but we will talk together." Norgate passed on into a comfortably furnished office, a little redolent of cigar smoke.

Selingman bit off the end of a cigar and pushed the box towards his visitor.
"Try one of these," he invited.

"German made, but Havana tobacco--mild as milk." "Thank you," Norgate answered.

"I don't smoke cigars in the morning.