I salute you.

Farewell.

And now," the old man drew out his snuff box, tendered it to the young man with all the grace of the ancient regime.

"No ?" he said, as Marteau stared in bewilderment.
"The young generation has forgot how, it seems.

Very well." He took a pinch himself gracefully, closed the box, tapped it gently with his long fingers, as was his wont.