He was pretty drunk at the time." "That is too nearly true to be pleasant," remarked Rivers, "'_in vino veritas_.' The man is a very strange nature.

I think he never forgives a benefit.

I sometimes think he has no sense of the difference between right and wrong--an unmoral nature, beyond your preaching or mine, Grace, even if he ever gave us a chance." "I think he is a cruel beast," said John.

"I saw him once--" Rivers interrupted him saying, as he rose, "Suppose we smoke." With unconscious imitation of the courteous Squire he represented, John said, "We will smoke in the library if you have had enough wine." Rivers said, "Certainly, Squire," not altogether amused as John, a little embarrassed, said quickly, "I should have said cider." "Of course, we have had no wine, quite a natural mistake," remarked Grace, which the representative squire felt to be a very disagreeable comment.
"You will find cigars and pipes on the table," said the rector, "and I will join you in a moment." So saying he detained John by a hand on his arm and led him aside as they crossed the hall.
"You are feeling that old hard cider, my boy.

You had better go to bed.