To my relief the young man took one.
"Archibald," said his mother, "you are surely not going to make your sisters' dresses smell of tobacco just before dinner." Archibald sniggered and replied, "A little more smoke will not make any difference in this room, Ma." "That is true, darling," said Mrs.A.-S.

and was straightway seized with a fit of asthma.
After this I am sure I don't know what happened, for muttering something about its being time to dress, I rushed from the room and wandered about until I could find someone to conduct me to my own where I lingered until I heard the dinner-bell ring.

But even this retreat was not without disaster, for in my hurry I trod upon one of the young lady's dresses; I don't know whether it was Dolly's or Polly's (they were named Dolly and Polly) and heard a dreadful crack about her middle as though she were breaking in two.

Thereon Archibald giggled again and Dolly and Polly remarked with one voice--they always spoke together, "Oh! clumsy!" To complete my misfortunes I missed my way going downstairs and strayed to and fro like a lost lamb until I found myself confronted by a green baize door which reminded me of something.

I stood staring at it till suddenly a vision arose before me of myself following a bell wire through that very door in the darkness of the night when in search for the late Mr.Savage upon a certain urgent occasion.