"Have you read it?
A capital story--well put together.

Ah, you haven't read it?
You have got a pleasure to come.

I say, do you mind tobacco-smoke?
I think faster while I smoke--that's all." Mr.Troy's respectable hand waved a silent permission to smoke, given under dignified protest.
"All right," said Old Sharon.

"Now, get on." He laid himself back in his chair, and puffed out his smoke, with eyes lazily half closed, like the eyes of the pug-dog on his lap.

At that moment, indeed there was a curious resemblance between the two.