It was always a satisfaction to Lady Bridget, fastidious in such masculine details, that he was particular about his tailoring, and tonight he exhaled the scent of one of Sir Luke Tallant's excellent cigars.

There used to be a good deal of chaff between them about one of his personal predilections which jarred a little upon Bridget--his pipe and, particularly, the quality of his tobacco.

But he did not change it in spite of her chaff.

She was beginning to find a certain mule-like obstinacy about him in unimportant details.
'If you object to this, what WOULD you say to the store tobacco smoke when I'm in the Bush ?' he said.

And then he had explained that, when camping out with the stockmen on their expeditions after cattle, he always smoked the same tobacco that he supplied to his hands.