"Don't be childish, Roger, that's only a manner."
"Well, it's a damned bad manner, and I'll look after my own headache if it's just the same to you. It's not the first I've had. Got any aspirin?"
"I've got something much better than aspirin—a new French preparation.
If you'll come upstairs I'll get it for you."
A little later, having managed to finish his coffee, he joined his aunt in the boudoir, where he found her ineffectually trying to get a stopper out of a bottle.
"It's a glass stopper, and absolutely refuses to budge. Why will they make bottles that one can't open?"
"Give it to me. I'll put it under the hot tap."
"I've done that; it's no use."
"Then let's see what a lighted match will do."
He struck a match and held it under the neck of the bottle until a ring of smoke appeared on the glass.
"Now, here goes."