Amilefartherontheyhadtostoptomendwithsomestringthetracesthathadbroken。
ButCharles，givingalastlooktotheharness，sawsomethingonthegroundbetweenhishorse’slegs，andhepickedupacigar-casewithagreensilkborderandbeblazonedinthecentrelikethedoorofacarriage。
“Thereareeventwocigarsinit，“saidhe；“they’lldoforthiseveningafterdinner。“
“Why，doyousmoke？“sheasked。
“Sometimes，whenIgetachance。“