She'd think it was lemonade." He was about to mix a glass for Sidney, but thought better of it at the last moment.
"It's the chartreuse that's lacking," commented Caraher, lowering at Annixter.

The other flared up on the instant.
"Rot, rot.

I know better.

In some punches it goes; and then, again, in others it don't." But it was left to Hooven to launch the successful phrase: "Gesundheit," he exclaimed, holding out his second glass.

After drinking, he replaced it on the table with a long breath.