All refused except Molloy.

Casey took his half-smoked pipe out of his pocket and lit up.

He was not a teetotaler as the others were, but he would have scorned to drink his whisky and water at the expense of a "gentleman" like Wharton, or to smoke the "gentleman's" cigarettes.
His class-pride was irritably strong.

Molloy, who was by nature anybody's equal, took the cigarette with an easy good manners, which made Casey look at him askance.
Mr.Bennett drew his chair close to Wharton's.

The mention of Hallin had roused a look of anxiety in his quick dark eyes.
"How is he, Mr.Wharton?
The last letter I had from him he made light of his health.