Perhaps they will have some stout.

You might bring in a couple of bottles, Charles." "No, no, thank you! None for us!" cried her two visitors, earnestly.
"No?
I am sorry that I have no tea to offer you.

I look upon the subserviency of woman as largely due to her abandoning nutritious drinks and invigorating exercises to the male.

I do neither." She picked up a pair of fifteen-pound dumb-bells from beside the fireplace and swung them lightly about her head.

"You see what may be done on stout," said she.
"But don't you think," the elder Miss Williams suggested timidly, "don't you think, Mrs.Westmascott, that woman has a mission of her own ?" The lady of the house dropped her dumb-bells with a crash upon the floor.
"The old cant!" she cried.