“Don’t talk foolishly,” she said distinctly.
“That was no foolishness; it is true.”
“It is just the sort of thing that all men say, and I like you because you do not say things like all other men.”
“Do all other men say to you that?”
“Not just that, but its equivalents. Men in general are not very original.”
He took out his cigarette case and contemplated its bas-relief of two silver nymphs for several seconds.
“You may,” said his companion, smiling.
“May what?”
“May smoke.”
“But I am going to, anyway.”