The wine which has flown to our hands out of space by desire is earthly, and good enough for that other toast; but throw away the glasses; we will drink this one in wine which has not visited this world before." We obeyed, and reached up and received the new cups as they descended.
They were shapely and beautiful goblets, but they were not made of any material that we were acquainted with.

They seemed to be in motion, they seemed to be alive; and certainly the colors in them were in motion.
They were very brilliant and sparkling, and of every tint, and they were never still, but flowed to and fro in rich tides which met and broke and flashed out dainty explosions of enchanting color.

I think it was most like opals washing about in waves and flashing out their splendid fires.
But there is nothing to compare the wine with.

We drank it, and felt a strange and witching ecstasy as of heaven go stealing through us, and Seppi's eyes filled and he said worshipingly: "We shall be there some day, and then--" He glanced furtively at Satan, and I think he hoped Satan would say, "Yes, you will be there some day," but Satan seemed to be thinking about something else, and said nothing.

This made me feel ghastly, for I knew he had heard; nothing, spoken or unspoken, ever escaped him.