'Did Harold give you a cigar?'
'No, I have not seen him.'
'Let's go into the smoking-room and get one.'
'No, thank you, I really don't care to smoke. I'd sooner talk to you.'
'But you can do both.'
Alfred did not reply, and they walked down the pathway in silence. 'Good Heavens!' he thought, 'that cigar! If she insists on going to the smoking-room! I must say something, or she'll want to go and fetch a cigar. But I can't think of anything. How difficult it is to keep one's wits about one after what has happened.'
'Do let me fetch you a cigar.'
'No, I assure you, Miss Lawson, that I do not want to smoke. Let's play tennis.'
'Would you like to?'
'No, I don't think I should. I've no racquet, come for a walk instead.'