Parbury.
[Gently patting her hand.] Which is not often, dear.
Mrs. Parbury.
When you are out I always stay here, because here I get most of you; even the thin odour of cigarette smoke is dear to me. Smoke now.
Parbury.
Shall I?
Mrs. Parbury.
[Gives him a cigarette from his case on table, and lights it.] That’s delightful! [Sniffs the smoke.] But only because it’s you! I used to detest tobacco.
Parbury.