Your neck is as safe in my hands, my good fellow, as though a baby's fingers clasped it, I assure you .-- Take another glass.

You are quieter now.' Hugh accepted it from his hand, and looking stealthily at his smiling face, drank the contents in silence.
'Don't you--ha, ha!--don't you drink to the drink any more ?' said Mr Chester, in his most winning manner.
'To you, sir,' was the sullen answer, with something approaching to a bow.

'I drink to you.' 'Thank you.

God bless you.

By the bye, what is your name, my good soul?
You are called Hugh, I know, of course--your other name ?' 'I have no other name.' 'A very strange fellow! Do you mean that you never knew one, or that you don't choose to tell it?
Which ?' 'I'd tell it if I could,' said Hugh, quickly.