Her feet were stuck up on the coal scuttle, and she had a tumblerful of some reddish-brown composition on the smoking table close at her elbow.

The Doctor gazed from one to the other of them through the thin grey haze of smoke, but his eyes rested finally in a settled stare of astonishment upon his elder and more serious daughter.
"Clara!" he gasped, "I could not have believed it!" "What is it, papa ?" "You are smoking!" "Trying to, papa.

I find it a little difficult, for I have not been used to it." "But why, in the name of goodness--" "Mrs.Westmacott recommends it." "Oh, a lady of mature years may do many things which a young girl must avoid." "Oh, no," cried Ida, "Mrs.Westmacott says that there should be one law for all.

Have a cigarette, pa ?" "No, thank you.

I never smoke in the morning." "No?
Perhaps you don't care for the brand.