[Butler enters with coffee. Cayley takes some.

Aubrey.

I am sorry I can’t ask you to smoke, Cayley, but my wife has a particular objection to tobacco. She is a member of the Anti-tobacco League, and often speaks at its meetings.

Cayley.

[Annoyed.] Really, my dear fellow, if I may neither eat, drink, nor smoke, I don’t quite see why you asked me down.

Aubrey.

[Penitently.] I suppose I ought to have thought of that. The fact is, I have got so used to these little deprivations that now I hardly notice them. Of course, it’s different with you.

Cayley.

I should think it was!