Good resolutions will be snapped like thread in a candle-flame, and men who came sober will go away, as from any other drinking-saloon, drunk, as he went out last night." "Drinking-saloon! You surprise me, doctor." "I feel bitter this morning; and when the bitterness prevails, I am apt to call things by strong names.

Yes, I say drinking-saloon, Doctor Angier.

What matters it in the dispensation whether you give away or sell the liquor, whether it be done over a bar or set out free to every guest in a merchant's elegant banqueting-room?
The one is as much a liquor-saloon as the other.

Men go away from one, as from the other, with heads confused and steps unsteady and good resolutions wrecked by indulgence.

Knowing that such things must follow; that from every fashionable entertainment some men, and women too, go away weaker and in more danger than when they came; that boys and young men are tempted to drink and the feet of some set in the ways of ruin; that health is injured and latent diseases quickened into force; that evil rather than good flows from them,--knowing all this, I say, can any man who so turns his house, for a single evening, into a drinking-saloon--I harp on the words, you see, for I am feeling bitter--escape responsibility?
No man goes blindly in this way." "Taking your view of the case," replied Dr.Angier, "there may be another death laid at the door of Mr.Birtwell." "Whose ?" Dr.Hillhouse turned quickly to his assistant.