No! they wouldn't stop if they were sure of going to heaven straight, or to hell next minute if they put the last glass to their lips.

I've heard men say it, and knew they meant it.
Not the worst sort of men, either.
We were none of us like that.

Not then, anyhow.

We could take or leave it, and though dad could do with his share when it was going, he always knew what he was about, and could put the peg in any time.

So we had one strongish tot while the tea was boiling.