However, he did not at once bring out the tobacco; indeed, his precise words, I remember, were that we had lots of time.
As his guest I could not press him further.
Pettigrew smokes more quickly than I do, and he had reached the end of his second cigar when there was still five minutes of mine left.

It distresses me to have to say what followed.

He hastily lighted a third cigar, and then, unlocking a cupboard, produced about two ounces of his garden tobacco.

His object was only too plain.

Having just begun a third cigar he could not be expected to try the tobacco at present, but there was nothing to prevent my trying it.