Charles Westmacott was hoeing at the other side of the garden fence.
"Good morning, sir," said Ida.
"Good morning!" The big man leaned upon his hoe and looked up at her.
"Have you any cigarettes, Charles ?" "Yes, certainly." "Throw me up two." "Here is my case.

Can you catch!" A seal-skin case came with a soft thud on to the floor.

Ida opened it.
It was full.
"What are these ?" she asked.
"Egyptians." "What are some other brands ?" "Oh, Richmond Gems, and Turkish, and Cambridge.

But why ?" "Never mind!" She nodded to him and closed the window.

"We must remember all those, Clara," said she.