You follow him a little way from the desk, telling him he shouldn't smoke cigarettes, and that money he gets by gambling will never do him any good.

He laughs at you, but you don't mind.

On your way back to the desk you stop by your mother, and she gets up and embraces you again.
"Take your time about it--she's your mother, remember." The brother entered.

He was indeed dissipated appearing, loudly dressed, and already smoking a cigarette as he swaggered the length of the shop to offer Merton one.

Merton refused in a kindly but firm manner.