786 @crullers, it does.
I’m fairly careful with my snuff–straitened economic times make one thrifty–but there is still a cloud of it wherever I go. One can tell where I’ve been just by looking for a fine dusting of good tobacco on…just about everything.
I remember an anecdote from the eighteenth or nineteenth century in which a vicar who was an inveterate snuff-taker ran out. As he was laid up in bed unable to execute his responsibilities due to lack of vitamin N his servant, thinking quickly, ran to the pulpit and swept up all of the snuff he found lying on the floor there. This saved the poor vicar from his predicament and he was again able to perform the duties of his office.
Whether or not the story itself is true, it does show that the author supposed that his readers would accept that a considerable amount of spillage would naturally be found in the vicinity of a snuff-taker.