“No.”
“Well, I can help you.”
“It was nice of you to blow a smoke ring to amuse me.”
There was silence, which Ben concluded by taking the other glass of whisky.
“Happy days,” he said.
“To-morrow will be a happy day,” Martin said. “We’re going to be reassured by a Picnic.”
“Have a cigarette,” was all that Ben could think of.
“Who were the ladies you brought with you?”
“Well, one of them’s my wife.”
“Which, the pretty one?”