human
Punctual as usual, said Hawkesbury, as I approached.
gpt
Phil, this is my friend Batchelor I was telling you of.
human
Oh, said Masham, eyeing me all over, as he lit a cigar, and then held out his cigar-case to me.
gpt
What do you smoke, Batchelor?
human
I don't smoke, thank you,
gpt
Have you given it up, then? said Hawkesbury.
human
You used to smoke at Doubleday's parties.
gpt
Ah! I thought he looked like a chap that smoked, said Masham, holding out his case again.
human
Don't be modest, Batchelor. We're all friends here.
gpt
I gave up smoking some weeks ago, said I, determined not to give in if I could help.
human
I found I couldn't afford it.
gpt
The very reason you should take a cigar now when you've a chance of getting one for nothing,
human
Thanks, I'd rather not, if you'll excuse me,
gpt
Can't excuse you, my dear fellow. We're all bound to be sociable to- day. At least, so I fancy.
human
Come, Batchelor, said Hawkesbury.
gpt
We may as well humour him. I'd advise you to take a cigar. I'll take one, too, to keep you company, though I hate them. They always make me feel sick.