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One evening, after closing, when he sat in the dressing room, with his feet in the usual tub of hot water, placidly reviewing the day's excitements and smoking his pipe, the superintendent burst in. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Don't you know smoking's forbidden? What do you want to do, get our fire insurance cancelled? Get out of here! You're fired!" It did not occur to Gissing to question or protest.
"It is for everything except aneurisms. Smoking's the death of aneurisms. Have another cigar, Joe. And Miss Luce, shall we exchange a health?" "But I never drank anything in all my life." "Of course not. But you will now, won't you? Consider the occasion and I'm sure you won't let me drink alone.
'No; in England I had neither mates nor friends, and smoking's a convivial disease a kid catches it from his companions. 'I might have guessed you were bred a "hatter"; you're as dumb as a mute. 'Same reason, Mike; but I'm getting over it. I'm getting over a good many things rather too suddenly. I'm sort of mentally breathless.
I've chucked all that guzzling an swilling business. It's no good. I never touch a drop of liquor, nor a morsel of fleshmeat. Nor smoke, either. When you come to think of it, smoking's a disgusting habit." Rachel said, pleasantly, "But you were smoking last week, surely?" "Ah! But it's since then. I don't mind telling you. In fact, I meant to tell you, anyhow. I've turned over a new leaf.
Smoking's not worth it." "Well ..." commented Arnold. Apparently he found something very surprising in this speech. His surprise spread visibly from the particular to the general, like the rings widening from a thrown pebble, and he finally broke out: "You certainly do beat the band, Sylvia. You get me! You're a sample off a piece of goods that I never saw before!"
The satire closes with a hit at "Slug's" devotion to tobacco: "Men of sound reason use their pipes For colics, pains, and windy gripes; And smoking's useful, we will own, To give the nerves and fluids tone; But poor old Slug has to confess He uses it to great excess, And will indulge his appetite Beyond his reason and his light.
"We are very glad, very glad." His voice vibrated through the room, without effort. It struck one with singular force, like the shrewd, kind brightness of his eyes, light blue, and oddly benevolent, under brows hard as granite. "Sit down, Mr. Hackh," he ordered genially, "and give us news of the other world! I mean," he laughed, "west of Suez. Smoking's allowed here, try that!"
He explained that it was only for the Master the idea of a little talk that he had sat up, and that, not finding him, he had been on the point of going to bed. "Well, you know, I don't smoke my wife doesn't let me," said St. George, looking for a place to sit down. "It's very good for me very good for me. Let us take that sofa." "Do you mean smoking's good for you?" "No no her not letting me.
"Well, how do you get your hands stained that way?" Mr. Weintraub removed his hands from the counter. "Chemicals," he grunted. "Prescriptions all that sort of thing." "Well," said Aubrey, "smoking's a bad habit. I guess I do too much of it." He could not resist the impression that someone was listening to their talk.
"The man he's watching." "But he's watching us!" Raffles looked at me with a pitying eye, and shook his head again before handing me his open cigarette-case. "I don't know whether smoking's forbidden in one's bedroom, but you'd better take one of these and stand tight, Bunny, because I'm going to say something offensive." I helped myself with a laugh.
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