"But if you are thinking of buying my mare, I should be most delighted to consider it.

If you will permit me--I will call upon you in the morning." This last came with elaborate effusiveness.

"But you haven't a drop of anything to drink, Mr.Temple, nor you either, doctor! Egad! What am I thinking of! Come, won't you join me?
The colonel's mixtures are--" "Better wait, Mr.Willits," interrupted St.George calmly and with the air of one conversant with the resources of the house.

"Alec has just taken out a half-emptied bowl of toddy." He had seen at a glance that Teackle's diagnosis of the young man's condition was correct.
"Then let us have a swig at the colonel's port--it's the best in the county." "No, hold on till the punch comes.

You young fellows don't know how to take care of your stomachs.