I excused myself from accepting the cigar.

With studied politeness, the man of the glittering brown eyes wished me a good night's rest, and left the room.
Ambrose and Silas both approached me hospitably, with their open cigar-cases in their hands.
"You were quite right to say 'No,'" Ambrose began.

"Never smoke with John Jago.

His cigars will poison you." "And never believe a word John Jago says to you," added Silas.

"He is the greatest liar in America, let the other be whom he may." Naomi shook her forefinger reproachfully at them, as if the two sturdy young farmers had been two children.
"What will Mr.Lefrank think," she said, "if you talk in that way of a person whom your father respects and trusts?
Go and smoke.