Then slowly, one word at a time, as if he had purposely measured the intervals of speech, he said, in a voice hardly heard beyond the door, so low was it: "Are--you--through--St.George ?" "Yes, by God!--I am, and forever!" "Then, gentlemen"-- and he waved his hand courteously to the astounded listeners--"may I ask you all to join me?
John, bring the juleps!".