"I certainly offer you my heartiest congratulations upon your cellars, Sir Everard," his guest said, as he sipped his third glass of port that evening.

"This is the finest glass of seventy I've drunk for a long time, and this new fellow I've sent you down--Parkins--tells me there's any quantity of it." "It has had a pretty long rest," Dominey observed.
"I was looking through the cellar-book before dinner," the lawyer went on, "and I see that you still have forty-seven and forty-eight, and a small quantity of two older vintages.

Something ought to be done about those." "We will try one of them to-morrow night," Dominey suggested.

"We might spend half an hour or so in the cellars, if we have any time to spare." "And another half an hour," Mr.Mangan said gravely, "I should like to spend in interviewing Mrs.Unthank.Apart from any other question, I do not for one moment believe that she is the proper person to be entrusted with the care of Lady Dominey.

I made up my mind to speak to you on this subject, Sir Everard, as soon as we had arrived here." "Mrs.Unthank was old Mr.Felbrigg's housekeeper and my wife's nurse when she was a child," Dominey reminded his companion.