A grizzled Arab made coffee over a glowing brazier.

Merton Gill sat cross-legged on the divan and became fearful that he would be asked to smoke the narghileh which the assistant director was now preparing.

To one who balked at mere cigarettes, it was an evil-appearing device.

His neighbour who had been puzzled at prayer-time now hitched up his flowing robe to withdraw a paper of cigarettes from the pocket of a quite occidental garment.
"Go on, smoke cigarettes," said the assistant director.
"Have one ?" said Merton's neighbour, and he took one.

It seemed you couldn't get away from cigarettes on the screen.