Aunt. Bad luck?
Horace. I might have been smoking all this time. (Lights up.) There’s nothing like a good cigar, after all.
Aunt. There’s nothing like a good wife.
Horace. Well, of course I don’t know anything about that.
Aunt. I believe you prefer the cigar.
Horace. To women? In some respects I think I do.
Aunt. Oh, do you?
Horace. For one thing, a cigar doesn’t talk. And when you have finished with one, you can begin another.
(Enter Minnie L.)
Minnie. I can’t find your cigar case anywhere. You’ve found it!