He looked into the future with terror, and again became, to the astonishment of his guest--we now talk of their conduct after dinner--actuated by some thought or impulse that put him into high spirits.

Whitecraft, cool and cautious, resolved to let him have his way; for the squire was drinking deeply, and the Burgundy was good and strong.
"Bob, my boy," said he, "you don't drink, and that is a bad sign.

You have either a bad head of late, or a bad heart, which is worse.

Hang you, sir, why don't you drink?
I have seen you lay lots of my guests under the table when you were quite cool; but now, what are you at?
They can't run away to-night.

Helen doesn't know that the discovery has been made.