How it brings back our college days! We must have a glass of wine in memory of the good old times.

Come!" And he moved toward the table.

With an impulse she could not restrain, Blanche drew back toward the door, pulling strongly on Whitford's arm: "Come, Ellis; I am faint with the heat of this room.

Take me out, please." Whitford looked into her face, and saw that it had grown suddenly pale.
If his perceptions had not been obscured by drink, he would have taken her out instantly.

But his mind was not clear.
"Just a moment, until I can get you a glass of wine," he said, turning hastily from her.