Each English gentleman had a Welsh gentleman beside him; they both sat firm; both fell together.

The bottles or decanters were not stationary for the guest to fill his glass, they circulated, returning to an empty glass.
All drank equally.

Often the voices were high, the talk was loud.

The gentlemen were too serious to sing.
At one moment of the evening Queeney confidently anticipated a 'fracassy,' he said.

One of the foreign party--and they all spoke English, after five dozen bottles had gone the round, as correct as the English themselves--remarked on the seventy-years Old Brown Sherry, that 'it had a Madeira flavour.' He spoke it approvingly.