So the devil take the past, here's to the future and whatever it may bring," and he polished off the glass of port he held and laughed in his jolly fashion.
Really he was a most attractive young man, a little reckless, it is true, but then recklessness and youth mix well, like brandy and soda.
I echoed the toast and drank off my port, for I like a good glass of wine when I can get it, as would anyone who has had to live for months on rotten water, although I admit that agrees with me better than the port.
"Now, Mr.Quatermain," he went on, "if you have done, light your pipe and let's go into the other room and study that Cypripedium of yours.

I shan't sleep to-night unless I see it again first.

Stop a bit, though, we'll get hold of that old ass, Woodden, before he turns in." "Woodden," said his master, when the gardener had arrived, "this gentleman, Mr.Quatermain, is going to show you an orchid that is ten times finer than 'O.

Pavo!'" "Beg pardon, sir," answered Woodden, "but if Mr.Quatermain says that, he lies.

It ain't in Nature; it don't bloom nowhere." I opened the case and revealed the golden Cypripedium.