For birthdays, surprises were prepared: some sort of bead-embroidered little toothbrush case. And quite often, as they were sitting on the sofa, suddenly, for perfectly unknown reasons, one would abandon his pipe, and the other her needlework, if she happened to be holding it in her hands at the moment, and they would plant on each other’s lips such a long and languid kiss that one could easily have smoked a small cheroot while it lasted. In short, they were what is called happy.
😂😂
