That wine is a humbug.

I'm beastly thirsty, and as dry as a cinder." Hawbury ordered the Bass, and Dacres soon was refreshing himself with copious draughts.
The two friends presented a singular contrast.

Lord Hawbury was tall and slim, with straight flaxen hair and flaxen whiskers, whose long, pendent points hung down to his shoulders.

His thin face, somewhat pale, had an air of high refinement; and an ineradicable habit of lounging, together with a drawling intonation, gave him the appearance of being the laziest mortal alive.

Dacres, on the other hand, was the very opposite of all this.