He asked me very politely to come in, and sent an old woman for some water.
I observed that he was smoking a bit of paper, and having very fortunately about a couple of dozen of real Havannahs in my pocket (for I never smoke anything else, Mr Simple, it being my opinion that no gentleman can), I took them out, and begged his acceptance of them.

His eyes glistened at the sight of them, but he refused to take more than one; however, I insisted upon his taking the whole bundle, telling him that I had plenty more on board, reserving one for myself, that I might smoke it with him.

He then requested me to sit down, and the old woman brought some sour wine, which I declared was very good, although it made me quite ill afterwards.

He inquired of me whether I was a good Christian.

I replied that I was.