When she saw me slipping them into my pocket she looked disappointed, and said that she would like to see me smoking one.

My reply would have been that I never cared to smoke in the open air, if she had not often seen me do so.
Besides, I wanted to please her very much; and if what I did was weak I have been severely punished for it.

The pocket into which I had thrust the Celebros also contained my cigar-case; and with my hand in the pocket I covertly felt for a Villar y Villar and squeezed it into the envelope.

This I then drew forth, took out the cigar, as distinguished from the Celebros, and smoked it with unfeigned content.

My wife watched me eagerly, asking six or eight times how I liked it.