She kept him standing for some moments impassively.

Then suddenly she hung her long, delicate fingers over the box, in doubt, and spasmodically jabbed at the cigarettes, clumsily raking one out at last.
"Thank you, dear--thank you," she cried, rather high, looking up and smiling once more.

He turned calmly aside, offering the cigarettes to Scott, who refused.
"Oh!" said Julia, sucking the end of her cigarette.

"Robert is so happy with all the good things--aren't you dear ?" she sang, breaking into a hurried laugh.

"We aren't used to such luxurious living, we aren't--ARE WE DEAR--No, we're not such swells as this, we're not.