"Having a quiet smoke ?" he asked.
"Yes.

I haven't a cigar to offer you.

Can you join me in a pipe ?" "I haven't come to that yet.

Suppose you try one of my cigars." Costell sat down on the window-ledge by Peter.
"Thank you," said Peter.

"I like a cigar, but it must be a good one, and that kind I can't afford." He lit the cigar, and leaned back to luxuriate in it.
"You'll like that, I'm sure.