You haven't a drop of rum in the house, have you ?' Mrs.Woodward declared with sorrow that she had not.
'Or Hollands ?' said Uncle Bat.

But the ladies of Surbiton Cottage were unsupplied also with Hollands.
'Gin ?' suggested the captain, almost in despair.
Mrs.Woodward had no gin, but she could send out and get it; and the first evening of Captain Cuttwater's visit saw Mrs.Woodward's own parlour-maid standing at the bar of the Green Dragon, while two gills of spirits were being measured out for her.
'Only for the respect she owed to Missus,' as she afterwards declared, 'she never would have so demeaned herself for all the captains in the Queen's battalions.' The captain, however, got his grog; and having enlarged somewhat vehemently while he drank it on the iniquities of those scoundrels at the Admiralty, took himself off to bed; and left his character and peculiarities to the tender mercies of his nieces.
The following day was Friday, and on the Saturday Norman and Tudor were to come down as a matter of course.

During the long days, they usually made their appearance after dinner; but they had now been specially requested to appear in good orderly time, in honour of the captain.

Their advent had been of course spoken of, and Mrs.Woodward had explained to Uncle Bat that her cousin Harry usually spent his Sundays at Hampton, and that he usually also brought with him a friend of his, a Mr.Tudor.To all this, as a matter of course, Uncle Bat had as yet no objection to make.
The young men came, and were introduced with due ceremony.
Surbiton Cottage, however, during dinnertime, was very unlike what it had been before, in the opinion of all the party there assembled.

The girls felt themselves called upon, they hardly knew why, to be somewhat less intimate in their manner with the young men than they customarily were; and Harry and Alaric, with quick instinct, reciprocated the feeling.