"Oh, it wasn't much of a sacrifice. I've got a little money--enough to keep me from starvation; but not enough to buy me cigarettes--at least not the kind I like." Juliet's smile was one of friendly confidence. "I think it's about my only real vice, and I've never been used to inferior ones. Do you mind telling me where you get yours?" He smiled back at her as he felt for his cigarette-case. "You had better try one and make sure you like them before you get any." "Oh, I know I should like them," she said, "thank you very much. No, don't give me one! I feel as if I've begged for it. But just tell me where you get them, and if they're not too expensive I'll buy some to try." He held the open cigarette-case in front of her. "Won't you honour me by accepting one?" he said. She hesitated, and then in a moment very charmingly she yielded. "Thank you--Mr. Green. I seem to have accepted a good deal from you to-night. Thank you very much." He made her a slight bow. "It has been my privilege to serve you," he said. "I hope I may have further opportunities of being of use. I can get you these cigarettes at any time if you like them. But they are not obtainable locally." "Not!" Her face fell. "How disappointing!" "Not from my point of view," he said. "There's no difficulty about it. I can get them for you if you will allow me." He struck a match for her, and kindled a cigarette for himself also. Juliet inhaled a deep breath. "They are lovely," she said. "I knew I should like them when you went past Mrs. Rickett's smoking one." He looked at her with amusement. "When was that?" "When I was waiting for that dreadful ginger pudding at lunch--I mean dinner." She paused. "No, that's horrid of me. Please consider it unsaid!" "Why shouldn't you say it if you think it?" he asked. "Because it's unkind. Mrs. Rickett is the soul of goodness. And I am going to learn to like her ginger pudding--and her dumplings--and everything that is hers." "How heroic of you! I wonder if you will succeed." "Of course I shall succeed," Juliet spoke with confidence as she turned to pass through the gate. "I am going to cultivate a contented mind here. And when I go back to Lady Jo--if I ever do--I shall be proof against anything." He reached forward to open the gate. "I think you will probably go back long before the contented mind has begun to sprout," he said. She laughed as she walked on down the path. "But it has begun already. I haven't felt so cheerful for a long time." "That isn't real contentment," he pointed out. "It's your spirit of adventure enjoying itself. Wait till you begin to be bored!"