"Too bad."
After chapel, while pursuing their studies in comparative literature in the Sunday newspapers, they smoked again.
"Well?" said Stover anxiously.
"Well?"
"Marvellous, isn't it?"
"Exquisite."
"Only ten cents apiece!"
"It's the way to buy cigars."
"Trouble is, Dink, old highroller, it's going to be an awful wrench getting down to earth again. We'll hate anything ordinary, anything cheap."