But I really couldn't--if you'll reflect upon it--know you were coming this way." He sat there with his position unchanged but with a constant little shake in the foot that hung down, as if everything--and what she now put before him not least--was much too pleasant to be reflected on.

"May I smoke a cigarette ?" Nanda waited a little; her friend had taken out his silver case, which was of ample form, and as he extracted a cigarette she put forth her hand.

"May _I_ ?" She turned the case over with admiration.
Vanderbank demurred.

"Do you smoke with Mr.Longdon ?" "Immensely.

But what has that to do with it ?" "Everything, everything." He spoke with a faint ring of impatience.