"Did I think that, I'd never smoke another pipe again." She shook her head, and laughed at his solemnity.

"I love the fragrance," she repeated.
"Ah! Why, then, I'll pleasure you," said he, with the air of one conferring favors, and filled his pipe.

Presently he spoke again in a musing tone.

"In a week or so, I shall be well enough to travel." "'Tis your intent to travel ?" she inquired.
He set down the jar, and reached for the tinderbox.

"It is time I was returning home," he explained.
"Ah, yes.