After a while I asked Sir William Ramsay if a person might smoke here and not get shot.

He said, "Yes," but that whoever did it and got caught would be fined a guinea, and perhaps hanged later.

He said he knew of a place where we could accomplish at least as much as half of a smoke before any informers would be likely to chance upon us, and he was ready to show the way to any who might be willing to risk the guinea and the hanging.
By request he led the way, and Kipling, Sir Norman Lockyer and I followed.

We crossed an unpopulated quadrangle and stood under one of its exits--an archway of massive masonry--and there we lit up and began to take comfort.

The photographers soon arrived, but they were courteous and friendly and gave us no trouble, and we gave them none.