As he talked, he forgot to smoke, and, leaning quite casually against the chair, with arrant carelessness allowed the live coal at the end of his cigar to rest against the tip of one of Kwaque's twisted fingers.

A privy wink to Miss Judson, who was the only one who observed his action, warned her against anything that might happen.
"You know, Mr.Daughtry," Walter Merritt Emory went on enthusiastically, while he held the steward's eyes with his and while all the time the live end of the cigar continued to rest against Kwaque's finger, "the older I get the more convinced I am that there are too many ill-advised and hasty operations." Still fire and flesh pressed together, and a tiny spiral of smoke began to arise from Kwaque's finger-end that was different in colour from the smoke of a cigar-end.
"Now take that patient of Doctor Hadley's.

I've saved him, not merely the risk of an operation for appendicitis, but the cost of it, and the hospital expenses.

I shall charge him nothing for what I did.

Hadley's charge will be merely nominal.