"Well, perhaps it is."
"Cosier, more intime."
She sat down with a little sigh.
"I'm going to have a cigarette."
She drew out a thin silver case, opened it.
"A teeny Russian one."
Claude struck a match. She put the cigarette between her lips, and leaned forward to the tiny flame.
"That's it."
She sighed.
After a moment of silence she said: