The gentlemen nodded, and he retired.
A second bottle, just as good as the first, should, one thoughtlessly supposes, procure us a similar reposeful and excursive enjoyment, as of men lying on their backs and flying imagination like a kite.

The effect was quite other.

Mr.Radnor drank hastily and spoke with heat: 'You told me All?
tell me that!' Mr.Fenellan gathered himself together; he sipped, and relaxed his bracing.

But there really was a bit more to tell: not much, was it?
Not likely to puff a gale on the voluptuous indolence of a man drawn along by Nereids over sunny sea-waves to behold the birth of the Foam-Goddess?
'According to Carling, her lawyer; that is, he hints she meditates a blow.' 'Mrs.Burman means to strike a blow ?' 'The lady.' 'Does he think I fear any--does he mean a blow with a weapon?
Is it a legal...?
At last?
Fenellan!' 'So I fancied I understood.' 'But can the good woman dream of that as a blow to strike and hurt, for a punishment ?--that's her one aim.' 'She may have her hallucinations.' 'But a blow--what a word for it! But it's life to us life! It's the blow we've prayed for.

Why, you know it! Let her strike, we bless her.