It was considerably more than half-finished now.

He waited again, and really he felt no bad effects.
Once more he looked at his watch.

They were actually sitting down to dinner now.

He walked down the floor of the vestry and back again, and his steps were quite steady; so he took another sip.

Then he breathed into his open hand held up against his face--as he had once seen an undergraduate do at Oxford--but he could detect no perfume of the wine in his breath.