That manner and that enthusiasm were absolutely all that I as yet knew in favour of this Mrs.
Lascelles; but they were enough to cause me irritation.

I wished to be honest with somebody; let me at least be honestly inimical to her.

I took out my cigarette-case, and when about to help myself, handed it, with a vile pretence at impulse, to Mrs.Lascelles instead.
Mrs.Lascelles thanked me, in a higher key, but declined.
"Don't you smoke ?" I asked blandly.
"Sometimes." "Ah! then I wasn't mistaken.

I thought I saw two cigarettes just now." Indeed, I had first smelt and afterward discovered the second cigarette smouldering on the ground.

Bob was smoking his still.