I'm not likely to forget it; it's the best day I've had in my life yet, and I leave you to guess who I owe _that_ to.' 'I think this is good wine,' remarked Nancy, as if she had not heard him.
'Not bad.

You wouldn't suppose a fellow of my sort would know anything about it.

But I do.

I've drunk plenty of good champagne, and I shall drink better.' Nancy ate her sandwich and smiled.

The one glass sufficed her; Crewe drank three.