Lucas. In the hope of getting Harry to give me a decent smoke. Well, I came into the Hall and not wishing to rile you by my hated presence—I slipped into the conservatory——
Enter Harry.
Harry. [Surprised at the riding-clothes.] Hillo, Lu, going back to Aldershot to-night?
Lucas. No, not unless the weather takes a turn. No, Dolly said that as the spare room was occupied, would I mind getting a shake-down at the Red Lion. So I did, and as I've got nothing to smoke, may I cadge a cigar?
Harry. Yes, old fellow. [Taking out cigar-case.
Dolly. [Intercepting.] You said I should take charge of your cigars, in case you should be tempted to smoke more than two a day——
Harry. By Jove, I forgot all about two per diem—I've been smoking all day. Here, Lu! [About to throw cigar-case to Lucas.] You'd better take the lot and keep me out of temptation!
Dolly. No! I'll take charge of that, please.
[Takes the cigar-case, looks angrily at Lucas, goes to writing-desk, puts it in.
Peters appears at door.