“No, it isn’t really the first time, but it will be the first time in just about one minute.”
He laughed again and held out the case; she took one from it and looked at it in a way that proved her ignorance.
“Does it make any difference which end?”
“Not with that kind.”
“Have I anything to bite, or to pinch, or to poke?”
“No, only something to light.”
“Very well, light the match.”
“I’m so original,” said the man; “you see I say nothing about your eyes.”
“I noticed your thoughtful consideration,” she replied with a smile. “Many thanks. And now the match, please.”
He scratched it somewhere and offered it. The cigarette lit easily, being of a good kind, and the same light did him equal service.