Have we any other sympathies in common?
Is it possible that you smoke ?" Poor Mr.Wagner had taught me to smoke.

I answered by offering my new acquaintance a cigar.
"Another bond between us," cried Fritz.

"We must be friends from this moment.

Give me your hand." We shook hands.

He lit his cigar, looked at me very attentively, looked away again, and puffed out his first mouthful of smoke with a heavy sigh.
"I wonder whether we are united by a third bond ?" he said thoughtfully.
"Are you a stiff Englishman?
Tell me, friend David, may I speak to you with the freedom of a supremely wretched man ?" "As freely as you like," I answered.