And as I'm rather cumbersome and he's somewhat venerable, I don't like to think of the jar it would be to his system.

But, so long as he isn't here, and I am, why shouldn't I draw up a chair before the fire for you, and another for myself, with the cigarettes and a world between us, to discuss conditions as they are, not as they might be if we were discovered?
Shall I?
Good! I defy any one's father to get me out of this chair until I am ready to relinquish it voluntarily." "I suppose you superintended the 'going-to-bed' of Prince Robin before you left the Castle ?" she said, lying back in the comfortable chair and stretching her feet out to the fire.

He handed her a match and watched her light the long, ridiculously thin cigarette.
"Yes.

I never miss it, Countess.

The last thing he does, after saying his prayers, is to recall me from exile.