She laid her gloved hand softly on his arm.
"You haven't such a thing as a match about you?"
"George, before you begin to smoke, turn round and look at me."
Mr Coventry's head was turned round the other way; he was blowing through the stem of his pipe.
"George!"
If the lady had been a gentleman we should have written that he put his arm about her waist.
"Thunder! my pipe won't draw!"
The gentleman sprang to his feet with startling suddenness; but the lady was equal to the occasion. Before he knew it she had taken him with both her hands, and drawn him on to her knee.
"You silly thing!"
While Mr Coventry was wondering if the skies had fallen, she had kissed him on the lips.