Nor shall I describe the great boar's head supper given in my honor, at which there were twenty men who could have put me under the table.

I thought I knew something of the art of drinking, but at that supper I soon found I was a mere tippler compared with these country guzzlers.

At that feast I learned also that Dorothy, when she had hinted concerning Sir George's excessive drinking, had told the truth.

He, being the host, drank with all his guests.

Near midnight he grew distressingly drunk, talkative, and violent, and when toward morning he was carried from the room by his servants, the company broke up.