Do you mind if I smoke ?" "Well, what's that in your hand now ?" "By Jove, I have been smoking! I--I beg your pardon.

I'm a regular stable boy.

I'll throw it away." Travis caught his wrist.

"What nonsense! I would have told you before if I'd minded." "But it's gone out!" he exclaimed.

"I'll have another." As he reached into his pocket for his case, his hand encountered a paper-covered volume, and he drew it out in some perplexity.
"Now, how in the wide world did that book come in my pocket ?" he muttered, frowning.