I remember to have dined at a house, the whole glory and fortune of which depended on the safety of a glass goblet.

We all know the story.

If the luck of Edenhall should be shattered, the doom of the family would be sealed.

Nevertheless I was bidden to drink out of the fatal glass, as were all guests in that house.

It would not have contented the chivalrous mind of the master to protect his doom by lock and key and padded chest.