“No, nothing so amusing. But when one is alone, one thinks; and when one thinks—that way madness lies.”
“Then do you never think when you are engaged in conversation?” She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“You should be able to judge of that by the quality of my remarks. At any rate, I feel.”
“What do you feel?”
“When I am engaged in conversation with you, I feel a general sense of agreeable stimulation; and, in addition to that, at this particular moment———But are you sure you really wish to know?” he broke off.
“Yes, tell me,” she said, with curiosity.
“Well, then, a furious desire to smoke a cigarette.”
She laughed merrily. “I am so sorry I have no cigarettes to offer you.”
“My pockets happen to be stuffed with them.”
“Then, do, please, light one.”