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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Juve, you have not been to bed!" "I have not been to bed, have I not? How do you know that?" Fandor approached the writing-table and pointed to the corner, where a series of half-smoked cigarettes were ranged side by side.
I'm tired. He sealed and dropped it into the box for the evening post, and hearing it fall to the bottom, thought: 'There goes all I've looked forward to! That evening after dinner which he scarcely touched, after his cigar which he left half-smoked for it made him feel faint, he went very slowly upstairs and stole into the night-nursery. He sat down on the window-seat.
Waiter! coffee. By the way, I have been seeing something of Hallin, Bennett, down in the country." He took out his cigarette case as he spoke, and offered it to the others. All refused except Molloy. Casey took his half-smoked pipe out of his pocket and lit up.
The Irish-American had entered the study and stretched his long limbs from the armchair. He was a tall, gaunt man of sixty, with clear-cut features and a small goatee beard which gave him a general resemblance to the caricatures of Uncle Sam. A half-smoked, sodden cigar hung from the corner of his mouth, and as he sat down he struck a match and relit it.
How many times had he stood idly before those doors, reckoning it worthy sport indeed, to pass unscrupulous remarks on passers-by behind his half-smoked cheroot: he cast a sympathetic look, as he thought, at a couple of unsuspecting girls, who just then were making their way along that thoroughfare, and his face said very plainly, "Well, you hardly know poor creatures, what noble jests your tiny feet, and tiny waists, and faces and figures, your gait and your dress, are causing for that high-minded audience across the way."
And so, when the little fellow paused hopefully, O'Reilly put an arm around him. "I'm sure you are everything you say you are, Jacket, and more, too, but you can't go!" With that Jacket flung off the embrace and, stalking away, seated himself. He took a half-smoked cigar from the pocket of his shirt and lit it, scowling the while at his friend.
The younger man had a jet-black mustache with long, drooping ends. Both wore red shirts, open at the neck, with sleeves rolled above the elbows. The younger held a half-smoked cigar, while his companion grasped a large fork, which he evidently had been using on the fish. For a few seconds the two couples regarded each other in silence. Then the man with the black mustache smiled ingratiatingly.
I asked, as I tendered him a fresh cigarette, for while we spoke his half-smoked one had been snatched from his mouth by a beautiful Mænad, who whirled off puffing it. "I reckon you'll be making copy out of it," he said, his smile growing whimsical. "If it's good enough," I replied candidly. "That's why I am here." "What a lovely excuse! But there's nothing in my affair to make a story of."
Brunger unlocked the roll-top desk; discovered the stump of a half-smoked cigarette; lit it and began to compare the day's racing selections of "Head Lad," who imparted stable secrets to one tipster's organ, with those of "Trainer," who from the knowledge of his position very kindly gave one horse snips to another.
"Exactly Enright," he concluded, lighting his half-smoked cigarette. "Well," the city editor tapped his desk; "you two have done pretty well, so far. You've got considerable dope. Now, what do you make of it?" He bent an inquiring gaze on both the girl and the youth. "You do the talking, Jerry," Miss Donovan begged Willis; "I'm very tired."
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