I am going to have something more to drink.

Nothing seems to make any difference to me to-night.

I can't even get excited, although we must have drunk a bottle of wine each.

We'll have some brandy.

Here goes!" He filled a wine-glass and passed the bottle to Cecil.
"You're about in the same state," he remarked, looking at him keenly.
"Why the devil is it that when one doesn't require it, wine will go to the head too quickly, and when one wants to use it to borrow a little courage and a little forgetfulness, the stuff goes down like water.
Drink, Cecil, a wine-glass of it.