Hassan had asked us to dine with him, but for obvious reasons I preferred that Sammy should cook our food and that he should dine with us.

He appeared full of compliments, though I could see hate and suspicion in his eye, and we fell to on the kid that we had bought from him, for I did not wish to accept any gifts from this fellow.

Our drink was square-face gin, mixed with water that I sent Hans to fetch with his own hands from the stream that ran by the house, lest otherwise it should be drugged.
At first Hassan, like a good Mohammedan, refused to touch any spirits, but as the meal went on he politely relented upon this point, and I poured him out a liberal tot.

The appetite comes in eating, as the Frenchman said, and the same thing applies to drinking.

So at least it was in Hassan's case, who probably thought that the quantity swallowed made no difference to his sin.