Do you hear that ?" "I do." "What have you to say to it?
Are you going to live up to your pledge, or are you going to break with me ?" "If I could furnish such an instrument honorably, I would do it." "Hm! I tell you, Sam Yates, this sort of thing won't do." Then Mr.Belcher left the room, and soon returned with a glass and a bottle of brandy.

Setting them upon the table, he took the key from the outside of the door, inserted it upon the inside, turned it, and then withdrew it, and put it in his pocket.

Yates rose and watched him, his face pale, and his heart thumping at his side like a tilt-hammer.
"Sam Yates," said Mr.Belcher, "you are getting altogether too virtuous.
Nothing will cure you but a good, old-fashioned drunk.

Dip in, now, and take your fill.

You can lie here all night if you wish to." Mr.Belcher drew the cork, and poured out a tumblerful of the choice old liquid.