“The second point,” said Marescal, evidently delighted by Ralph’s appreciation.
He held out a small silver box, delicately chased.
“I found that at the back of the seat.”
“A snuff-box?” said Ralph.
“Yes, an old snuff-box,” said Marescal. “But it is used as a cigarette-case.” He opened the box. “Seven cigarettes, you see. A mild tobacco—for a woman.”
“Or for a man,” said Ralph, smiling. “For after all there were only men there.”
“For a woman, I tell you.” [[45]]
“Impossible,” Ralph protested.
“Just smell the box.”
Ralph took it, sniffed at it, and agreed.