Cox. Then I’ll lend you one—and if you turn to the letter G, you’ll find “Grumble, verb neuter—to complain without a cause.” Now that’s not my case, Mrs. B., and now that we are upon the subject, I wish to know how it is that I frequently find my apartment full of smoke?
Mrs. B. Why—I suppose the chimney—
Cox. The chimney doesn’t smoke tobacco. I’m speaking of tobacco smoke, Mrs. B. I hope, Mrs. Bouncer, you’re not guilty of cheroots or Cubas?
Mrs. B. Not I, indeed, Mr. Cox.
Cox. Nor partial to a pipe?
Mrs. B. No, sir.
Cox. Then, how is it that—
Mrs. B. Why—I suppose—yes—that must be it—
Cox. At present I am entirely of your opinion—because I haven’t the most distant particle of an idea what you mean.