“I hope you will not be scandalized to learn that I have acquired the pernicious habit of smoking?” he said as they rose from the table.
“I told you he was smoking a cigar at Hechnahoul!” cried Miss Minchell with an air of triumph.
“I thought you were mistaken,” said Julia, and the Count could see that he had slipped a little from his pedestal.
This must not be permitted; yet he must smoke.
“Of course I don't smoke REAL tobacco!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, in that case,” cried Julia, “certainly then you may smoke in the drawing-room. What is it you use?”
“A kind of herb that subdues the appetites, Miss Wallingford.”
He could see at a glance that he was more firmly on his pedestal than ever.