"Did you learn that new accomplishment in Ottawa, pray?" asked Grace.
"What new accomplishment?"
"Whistling."
"Yes, Jules taught me."
"Who is Jules?"
"Jules La Touche—the son of the house—handsome as an angel, and my devoted slave."
"Indeed! Has he taught you anything else?"
"Only to love him and to smoke cigarettes."
"Smoke!" exclaimed Grace, horrified.
"Yes, m'amour! I have a whole package in my trunk. If you mend my stockings I will let you have some. I could not exist without cigarettes now."