That's easy.

But there's never another opportunity." He drew a cigarette from his case, put it in his mouth, and fumbled in his pockets for matches.

Finding none, he threw the cigarette into the road.
"That's just like you," cried Zora.

"Why didn't you ask the cabman for a light ?" She laughed at him with an odd sense of intimacy, though she had known him for scarcely an hour.

He seemed rather a stray child than a man.