“One might think this was the back room of a tavern rather than the State House!” Lowell complained as he waved away some fugitive smoke. “Why, Mr. Lowell, have you not bragged of smoking ten cigars in one day, and called the sensation a Muse?” Holmes chided. “We never like the smell of our own vices in other people, Holmes. Ah, let’s steer here for a drink or two,” Lowell suggested.
