Mrs.Denman"-- smiling faintly--"says she'll put 'an 'assock' in the car for your damaged leg to rest on, so with rugs and that coat you were so averse to bringing I think you'll be all right." He went to the table and poured out something in a glass.
"Drink that," he said, holding it towards her.

"It'll warm you up." Nan sniffed at the liquid in the glass and tendered it back to him with a grimace.
"It's brandy," she said.

"I hate the stuff." "You'll drink it, though, won't you ?"--persuasively.
"No," shaking her head.

"I can't bear the taste of it." "But it's good for you." He stood in front of her, glass in hand.
"Come, Nan, don't be foolish.

You need something before we start.
Drink it up." He held it to her lips, and Nan, too proud to struggle or resist like a child, swallowed the obnoxious stuff.