“Nor I you, Joe,” calmly.
“That’s so—I do look like a tramp, don’t I?” with a glance at his own person.
“It wasn’t that, but I was amazed at finding you engaged in such a business when you declared to me you had quit smoking.”
Joe turned still redder in confusion.
“Darrell, you’re mistaken—I’ve never told a living man that!” he cried.
“What! didn’t you refuse my cigar?”
“Yes.”
“And say—”
“I had quit smoking cigars at the request of my wife. Well, I have, and not a cigar has passed my lips since that day.”
Eric burst out laughing.