"I don't smoke, either," she said, with a soft smile.
"You ought to learn. It would be becoming to you. You're dark, you have the Spanish type, and a papelito[D] would complete your charm."
"I will learn, Cesare," she assented.
"And what's more, smoke calms the nerves. You can't imagine the soothing effect it has. Nothing is better to relieve our little sorrows."
"Give me a cigarette, then," she said at once.
"Ah, you have little sorrows?"
"Who knows!" she sighed, putting aside her cigarette.
"You have no little sorrows, Laura?" asked Cesare.
"Neither little ones nor big ones."