"I do not smoke at all."
Arthur sat down, slowly rolling a cigarette between his fingers, eying Merry all the while.
"I didn't believe it," he finally muttered.
"Didn't believe what?"
"I've heard of you, you know, and what I've heard led me to think you a corking chap, one of the boys, you understand."
"I think those who know me well have always considered me 'one of the boys,'" smiled Merry.
"But really a fellow who never drinks nor smokes—why, he can't have any fun!"
"I beg to differ with you on that point. I do not believe any chap ever got more fun out of life than I have."
"Then you used to drink and smoke?"
"Never."