"Me?" he exclaimed, staring.
"You—and your abominable tobacco-pipe!" Here she shivered daintily.
"Alack, madam, see, 'tis broke!"
"Heaven be thanked, sir."
"'Twas an admirable pipe—an old friend," he murmured.
"O fie, sir—only chairmen and watchmen and worse, drink smoke. 'Tis a low habit, vicious, vain and vulgar."
"Is it so indeed, madam?"
"It is! Aunt Belinda says so and I think so. If you must have vices why not snuff?"
"But I hate snuff!"
"But 'tis so elegant! There's Sir Jasper Denholm takes it with such an air I vow 'tis perfectly ravishing! And Sir Benjamin Tripp and Viscount Merivale in especial—such grace! Such an elegant turn of the wrist! But to suck a pipe—O Gemini!"