"I'm not so bad, then, am I?"
"Not so bad," she answered. "You have been smoking one of those cigars."
"Yes. D'you mind?"
"I love the smell of them," she said, and he laid his cheek heavily on hers.
"George!"
"U-um?" he said, drowsing over her.
"I think the rest of the summer is going to be happy."
"Yes, but how long's this to last? I want you in my house."
"I wish it wasn't in a hollow."
"What difference does that make? We're sheltered from the wind. We lie snug on winter nights."