"Oh, there is a good deal.

What are you going to do ?" "I shall have to call upon you for your assistance." "Mine ?" "Yes; I couldn't drink all this myself.

I'm not accustomed to taking wine.

As much as this would--I am afraid--go to my head." His face was now twitching convulsively.

"Especially on a--a somewhat--empty stomach." "But it's no good asking me," said Mr.Windle.
"Why not?
You have just been a communicant?
Under extraordinary circumstances like this, I am expected to call upon some one who has communicated, reverently, to assist me." "Ah, yes; that is all very well--so long as you do not enforce any one whom you may choose to break their own most rigid principles.
I'm a total abstainer, you see.