Our eyes were directed on my aunt.

The squire bade her to speak out, for she had his sanction to act according to her judgement and liking.
She said, with a gracefulness that gave me a little aching of pity for the poor captain: 'I am deeply honoured by you, Captain Bulsted, but it is not my intention to marry.' The captain stood up, and bowing humbly, replied 'I am ever your servant, ma'am.' My aunt quitted the room.
'Now for the tankard, Sewis,' said the captain.
Gradually the bottom of the great tankard turned up to the ceiling.

He drank to the last drop in it.
The squire asked him whether he found consolation in that.
The captain sighed prodigiously and said: 'It 's a commencement, sir.' 'Egad, it's a commencement 'd be something like a final end to any dozen of our fellows round about here.

I'll tell you what: if stout stomachs gained the day in love-affairs, I suspect you'd run a good race against the male half of our county, William.

And a damned good test of a man's metal, I say it is! What are you going to do to-day ?' 'I am going to get drunk, sir.' 'Well, you might do worse.