“I’m sorry, but I have no matches.”
“Ah,” she laughed, “I’ll bet your aunt won’t let you carry them.”
Surprise made him exclaim:
“My aunt? How do you know I have an aunt?”
The girl laughed again.
“You would,” was all she said. “Have a cigaret?”
“Thank you, I never smoke.”
“I do,” she said, and taking a box of matches from her hand-bag she lit a long Russian cigaret.
“Then you did have matches all the time!” cried Edwin.
She looked at the box in her hand, and said, as if she were the most astonished person in the world: