I'll take one, too, to keep you company, though I hate them.

They always make me feel sick." So saying, he took a cigar and lit it.

I felt bound to do the same, not only to relieve myself of Masham's importunity, but to avoid disturbing the harmony of our party at the very beginning of the day.
At this moment Whipcord arrived on the scene, as stylish as ever, with his hat all on one side of his head and his straw all on one side of his mouth.
"What cheer, my venerable chums ?" he cried, as he approached.

"Ah! Masham.

You turned up again! I thought we'd lost--" "That'll do," said Masham, with a significant jerk of his head towards me.