"Pretty good town, this!" continued Carden, socially.
"Yes."
"Sorry I haven't another pipe to offer you, Robert, my boy."
"Thank you; I shouldn't use it."
"Don't mean to say you don't smoke, eh, Bob?"
"I don't smoke."
"That is, not a pipe—I dare say you wouldn't mind a cigar or cigarette, now."
"I don't smoke at all now. I did once, but found it was injuring me, and gave it up."
"Oh, it won't hurt you. I've smoked since I was a chap so high"—indicating a point about three feet from the ground—"and I ain't dead yet."