I have no doubt that your cocktails are excellent but I never seem to have acquired the habit.

What do you put in them ?" "Oh! just both sorts of vermouth and gin, and a dash of something to give it a flavour," Granet explained carelessly.
Thomson touched a small black bottle, smelt it and put it down.
"What's that ?" he asked.
"A mixture of absinth and some West Indian bitters," Granet replied.
"A chap who often goes to the States brought it back for me.

Gives a cocktail the real Yankee twang, he says." Thomson nodded slowly.
"Rather a curious odour," he remarked.

"We shall meet again, then, Captain Granet." They walked towards the door.

Granet held it open, leaning upon his stick.
"Many times, I trust," he observed politely.
There was a second's pause.