"Oh! … Don't you want any of them?"
"No."
At the smoking hour Fred saw Monet take out his pitiful little bag of cheap tobacco and roll the usual cigarette.
"What? … Aren't you smoking Pall Malls?" he asked, with a shade of banter in his voice.
Monet shook his head. "I don't want them, either… What shall we do?
Give them to the others?"
Fred stared through a sudden mist. "Why—yes. Just whatever you like."
That night, when everyone else was asleep, Fred Starratt told Felix
Monet his story…
CHAPTER XIV
One morning, at the beginning of the second week of Fred Starratt's stay at Fairview, as he and Monet were swinging back to lunch after a brisk walk, they received orders to fall in line with the inmates of Ward 6.
"Things will be better now," Monet said, with his usual air of quiet reassurance.