Gratitude to Providence for having sent a customer to the inn, who could drink sour wine without discovering it, was the uppermost feeling in her ample bosom as she entered the private room.

Mr.Mountjoy justified her anticipations.

He was simple enough--with his tumbler before him, and the wine as it were under his nose--to begin with an apology.
"I am sorry to trouble you, ma'am.

May I ask where you got this wine ?" "The wine, sir, was one of my late husband's bad debts.

It was all he could get from a Frenchman who owed him money." "It's worth money, ma'am." "Indeed, sir ?" "Yes, indeed.