I have got the taste of it in my mouth still." With much reluctance the Rector accompanied him to the private sitting room that the Squire had engaged.

He sat down almost mechanically in an easy chair.

The Squire poured out the wine, and handed him a glass.

Mr.
Bastow at first put it to his lips without glancing at it, but he was a connoisseur in wine, and the bouquet of the port appealing to his latent senses, he took a sip, and then another, appreciatingly.
"The landlord said it was first rate, and he is not far wrong," John Thorndyke remarked, as he set down his own glass.
"Yes, it is a fine vintage, and in perfect condition," Mr.Bastow agreed.

"I have drunk nothing better for years, though you have some fine bins." "I would take a biscuit, if I were you, before I took another glass," the Squire said, helping himself from a plate on the table.