I thought this a great game, and I, too, began to stagger tipsily.

But she had no wine to stir up, while my movements quickly set the fumes rising to my head.

Even at the start, I was more realistic than she.

In several minutes I was astonishing myself.

I saw one lad, after reeling half a dozen steps, pause at the side of the road, gravely peer into the ditch, and gravely, and after apparent deep thought, fall into it.