"What affectation it is, mother," he said, throwing, however, the half-smoked cigar into the fire-place. "Some women swear they like smoke, others say they hate it like the devil. It depends altogether on whether they wish to flatter or snub a fellow."
"You don't suppose that I wish to snub you?"
"Upon my word I don't know. I wonder whether you can let me have twenty pounds?"
"My dear Felix!"
"Just so, mother;--but how about the twenty pounds?"
[Illustration: "Just so, mother;--but how about the twenty pounds?"]
"What is it for, Felix?"

"Some women swear they like smoke, mother," he said, throwing the half-smoked cigar into the fire-place. "I wonder whether you can let me have twenty pounds?"
"My dear Felix! What is it for?"
