As I could obtain a perspective view of Mr.Omer inside, smoking his pipe by the parlour door, I entered, and asked him how he was.
'Why, bless my life and soul!' said Mr.Omer, 'how do you find yourself?
Take a seat .-- -Smoke not disagreeable, I hope ?' 'By no means,' said I.'I like it--in somebody else's pipe.' 'What, not in your own, eh ?' Mr.Omer returned, laughing.

'All the better, sir.

Bad habit for a young man.

Take a seat.

I smoke, myself, for the asthma.' Mr.Omer had made room for me, and placed a chair.