'I shall prove it presently, as you will see.

You are thirsty, I suppose ?' Hugh drew his sleeve across his lips, and gruffly answered yes.
'Step to that closet and bring me a bottle you will see there, and a glass.' He obeyed.

His patron followed him with his eyes, and when his back was turned, smiled as he had never done when he stood beside the mirror.
On his return he filled the glass, and bade him drink.

That dram despatched, he poured him out another, and another.
'How many can you bear ?' he said, filling the glass again.
'As many as you like to give me.

Pour on.