Go get the port.
"We'll surely have to discharge that butler," he said.

"He's too shiftless.

And now, fair lady, will you honor me by joining the humblest of your admirers in a sip of port." "With pleasure," answered his hostess, and lifted the can of water in both hands.

"Your health, sir.

May your shadow never grow littler." Half way through her drink Virgie stopped and slowly put the can down.
She looked at her father, who already had his finger at his lips.