Smoke?
Hang it, Random, you should know by this time that I dislike making a chimney of my throat! There! there! don't fuss.

Take a seat and listen to what I have to say.

It's important.

Poke the fire, please: it's cold." Random placidly did as he was told, and then lighted a cigar, as he sat down quietly.
"I am sorry to hear of your trouble, sir.'" "Trouble! trouble! What particular trouble ?" "The death of your assistant." "Oh yes.

Silly young ass to get killed.