We are all drinking--your whisky.

Also, I believe, smoking your cigarettes.

Your servant--admirable fellow, that--absolutely forced them upon us--wouldn't take 'no.' And indeed, why should we refuse?
We have come to offer you rivers of champagne, cigars of abnormal length, and the lips of the fairest houris in London.

In other words, Sir Frederick Houstley, steel magnate of Sheffield, is giving a supper party to the world, and our instructions are to convey you there by force or persuasion, drunk or sober, sleepy or wide awake." "I accept your cordial invitation," Wingate said, mixing himself a whisky and soda.

"At what time does the fight commence ?" "Forthwith," Kendrick announced.