This he did very slowly.

When he had cleaned all his pipes he again looked at the garden tobacco, which I pushed toward him.

He glared at me as if I had not been doing a friendly thing, and then said, in an apologetic manner, that he would smoke a pipe until my cigar was finished.

I said "All right" cordially, thinking that he now meant to begin the experiment; but conceive my feelings when he produced a jar of the Arcadia Mixture.
He filled his pipe with this and proceeded to light it, looking at me defiantly.

His excuse about waiting till I had finished was too pitiful to take notice of.