And by the way," as he turned to go, "I haven't a smoke about me.

Could you give me a cigarette ?" "Oh yes," said Elfrida, without looking at him, "as many as you like," and she pushed an open box toward him; but she had an absent, considering air that did not imply any idea of what she was doing.
"Thanks, only one.

Or perhaps two--there now, two! How good these little Hafiz fellows are! Thanks awfully.
Good-bye!" "Good-bye," said Elfrida, with her eyes on the packet addressed to the editor of the _Consul_; and Mr.Golightly Ticke tripped downstairs.

She had not looked at him again.
She sat thinking, thinking.

She applied herself first to stimulate the revolt that rose within her against Golightly Ticke's advice--his intolerably, no, his forgetfully presumptuous advice.