"It's a red for danger.
Have you got any of those cigarettes ?" He pulled his cigarette-case from his pocket.

Beatrice looked inside it.
"And fancy me having Connie's last cig.," said Beatrice, putting the thing between her teeth.

He held a lit match to her, and she puffed daintily.
"Thanks so much, darling," she said mockingly.
It gave her a wicked delight.
"Don't you think he does it nicely, Miriam ?" she asked.
"Oh, very!" said Miriam.
He took a cigarette for himself.
"Light, old boy ?" said Beatrice, tilting her cigarette at him.
He bent forward to her to light his cigarette at hers.

She was winking at him as he did so.

Miriam saw his eyes trembling with mischief, and his full, almost sensual, mouth quivering.