"Try me!" he said succinctly.
She gave a little shrug of the shoulders, moistened the cigarette in the usual way, and handed it to him gravely.
"I'll try to make the next better," she said. "I suppose you will want another?"
"I'm afraid I shall want more than you will be inclined to make," he said, "and I shouldn't like to trespass on your good nature."
"Oh, it's not very hard work making cigarettes," she said. "I'd better set about the next at once. How is that?" and she held up the production for inspection.
"Simply perfect," he said. "You would amass a fortune out in the East as a cigarette maker."
She looked up at him, beyond him, wistfully.
"I wish I could amass a fortune; indeed, I'd be content if I could earn my living any way," she said, as if she were communing with herself rather than addressing him. "If I could earn some money, and help Dick!"
Her voice died away, and she sighed softly.
He regarded her dreamily.