Why everybody smokes." "It may be all very well for men, although I'm not so sure of that.

But, at any rate, it's wrong and ridiculous in boys.

You know yourself what harm it does in every way." "O, it's a mere school rule against it.

How can it be wrong?
Why, I even know clergymen who smoke." Montagu laughed.

"Well, clergymen ain't immaculate," said he; "but I never met a man yet who didn't tell you that he was _sorry_ he'd acquired the habit." "I'm sure you won't thank that rascally cousin of mine for having taught you," said Russell; "but seriously, isn't it a very moping way of spending the afternoon, to go and lie down behind some hay-stack, or in some frowsy tumble-down barn, as you smokers do, instead of playing racquets or football ?" "O, it's pleasant enough sometimes," said Eric, speaking rather against his own convictions.
"As for me, I've nearly left it off," said Montagu, "and I think Rose convinced me that it was a mistake.