Twice she did this, then sat herself upon the couch and waited.
A clear flame sprang up and burned for thirty seconds or so, I suppose while it consumed the volatile oils in the weed.

Then it died down and smoke began to come, white, rich and billowy, with a very pleasant odour resembling that of hot-house flowers.

It spread out between us like a fan, and though its veil I heard her say, "The gates are wide.

Enter!" I knew what she meant well enough, and though for a moment I thought of cheating, there is no other word for it, knew also that she had detected the thought and was scorning me in her mind.

At any rate I felt that I must obey and thrust my head forward into the smoke, as a green ham is thrust into a chimney.