"But I escaped." "Escaped ?" "A strange word is it not, but a suitable one." Cuthbert did not know what to make of this speech.

"Have I your permission to smoke ?" he asked, taking out his case.
"Yes! Will you have some coffee ?" "Thank you.

I had some before I came here.

Will you--" he extended the case of cigarettes, which Caranby declined.
"Ring for Fletcher to get me my chibouque." "It is in the corner.

We will dispense with Fletcher with your permission." And Cuthbert brought the chibouque to his uncle's side.
In another minute the old man was smoking as gravely as any Turk.