But nice light claret; clean and wholesome.

I hope you haven't given too much for it ?" Thus far, Hugh had played a losing game patiently.

His reward had come at last.

After what the doctor had just said to him, he saw the winning card safe in his own hand.
The bad dinner was soon over.

No soup, of course; fish, in the state of preservation usually presented by a decayed country town; steak that rivalled the toughness of india-rubber; potatoes whose aspect said, "stranger, don't eat us"; pudding that would have produced a sense of discouragement, even in the mind of a child; and the famous English cheese which comes to us, oddly enough, from the United States, and stings us vindictively when we put it into our mouths.