“What is it, papa?”
“You are smoking!”
“Trying to, papa. I find it a little difficult, for I have not been used to it.”
“But why, in the name of goodness—”
“Mrs. Westmacott recommends it.”
“Oh, a lady of mature years may do many things which a young girl must avoid.”
“Oh, no,” cried Ida, “Mrs. Westmacott says that there should be one law for all. Have a cigarette, pa?”
“No, thank you. I never smoke in the morning.”
“No? Perhaps you don't care for the brand. What are these, Clara?”
“Egyptians.”