"You smoke, of course," Carleigh was asking Mrs. Darling.
"Of course."
"Shall I give you a light?"
"Thanks."
"I stick to a pipe," said Kneedrock, dragging one out of his huge, shapeless pocket.
"It is a nice thing," volunteered the duke. "I often smoke one at home. I say, Doody, don't I often smoke a pipe at home?"
"Yes, he does," the duchess verified. "He smokes one all the time at Puddlewood."
"Shall we join the guns?" Lady Bellingdown asked, rising and addressing the women generally.
"I can't," refused Charlotte Grey. "I can't see things killed. Sometimes they cry out, and it makes me dreadfully ill."
Bellingdown turned about with a worried air. "Here, Greggy, what do you say? Hemmings thinks the spinney there to the left. I'd thought only of Daggs Farm, and so on by the mill."