"You couldn't." "But I must amuse myself with someone," reasoned Violet pathetically.
"Besides, he gives me such lovely cigarettes.

Have one, Allegretto.

Do!" "No!" said Olga almost fiercely.
"I will, Miss Campion." Coolly Max came forward from the open window behind them.

"You promised me one, you know." "Did I ?" She tossed him her cigarette-case carelessly.

"They are not made for masculine palates.