I notice you never touch it, and a good thing, too.

There, my cigar is out.

Now's the time for that new electric lighter of yours which I can never make work." Morris fumbled in his pocket and produced the lighter.

Then he said: "I am sorry, father; but I believe I forgot to charge it." "Ah! that's just like you, if you will forgive my saying so.

You take any amount of trouble to invent and perfect a thing, but when it comes to making use of it, then you forget," and with a little gesture of impatience the Colonel turned aside to light a match from a box which he had found in the pocket of his cape.
"I am sorry," said Morris, with a sigh, "but I am afraid it is true.
When one's mind is very fully occupied with one thing----" and he broke off.
"Ah! that's it, Morris, that's it," said the Colonel, seating himself upon a garden chair; "this hobby-horse of yours is carrying you--to the devil, and your family with you.