He had the most frantic longing to take her in his arms and kiss her, and tell her he was madly in love with her, and wanted her never to be out of his sight.
But he let her pass out, and, turning round, he found Francis Markrute pouring out some liqueur brandy from a wonderful, old, gold-chased bottle, which stood on a side-table with its glasses.

He filled two, and handed one to Tristram, while he quoted Doctor Johnson with an understanding smile: "'Claret for boys, port for men, but brandy for heroes!' By Jove! my dear boy," he said, "you are a hero!".