Not one of them, I am glad to remember, proposed a cigar for my last smoke, or thought it possible that I would say farewell to tobacco through the medium of any other pipe than my brier.
I liked my brier best.

I have said this already, but I must say it again.

Jimmy handed the brier to Gilray, who did not surrender it until it reached my mouth.

Then Scrymgeour made a spill, and Marriot lighted it.

In another moment I was smoking my last pipe.