The servant followed him staggering, and trying to steady himself by the wall.
Having reached his bed-room, Turchi drew a second chair to the table, and said: "Sit down, Julio; here is a bottle already opened.

If I did not fear its effects, we would empty it in honor of your departure." Julio sat down, and held the bottle before the lamp.
"Bah!" he exclaimed, "it only contains about four glasses.

You need not trouble yourself about that quantity." Signor Turchi took two large glasses from the cupboard, placed them on the table, and filled their to the brim.
"A pleasant journey to you, Julio," he said, "and may you arrive safely at your destination." They both emptied their glasses at one draught, but the servant pushed his glass to his master, saying: "Oh, the divine liquor! it is a cooling balm to my burning throat.

One more glass, signor, I beg you." Simon filled the glasses again, and said: "Yes, but on condition that you wait awhile before drinking it." Hoping that his obedience might procure him a third glass, Julio resisted the temptation to gratify himself at once.
In the meantime, Turchi contemplated his servant with a peculiar expression.

There was a malicious sparkle in his eye, and a smile of triumph on his lips.