One was that she should take a glass of champagne to Mrs.
Ayrton in her room.

He drank off one himself.

Mrs.Ayrton's glass being brought back untouched, he drank that off likewise, and as he became more exhilarated, was more considerate for her, to such a degree, that when she appeared he seized her hands and only jestingly scolded her for her contempt of sound medicine, declaring, in spite of her protestations, that she was looking lovely, and so they sat down to their dinner, she with an anguished glance at the looking-glass as she sank in her chair.
"It's not bad, after all," said he, drenching his tasteless mouthful of half-cold meat with champagne.

"The truth is, that Clubs spoil us.

This is Spartan fare.