'And if I am.

I shall not come.

Crowds kill me, and smells kill me, and we are sure to have both.

I wish I had a different nose, but it is as it was made, and I think I detect some bad odor in here, don't you ?' Jerrie, who knew from experience that the better way was to humor his fancy, said she did smell something; perhaps it was the carpet, or the curtains, both of which were new.
'Very likely, and in that case the smell is a clean one,' he replied, and began again to speak of commencement.
'Harold is sure to be here,' he said, 'and he is better than forty old coves like me.

It is astonishing what a fancy I have taken to that young man.