Round the margin was placed the necessary accompaniment of capacious glasses--famous tall fellows, with such slender stalks that they seemed scarcely equal to the weight of their generous load.
My friend and I exchanged glances, and I could see his shoulders slightly raised, as if he was saying internally, "Now we are in for it! but I will not drink a drop more than I choose." The claret, which in itself was most delicious, was cooled in perfect style.

The party consisted, I think, of four or five persons, and this one bottle, I remember, just passed round the group twice.

As the flavour of the beverage appeared to have become more exquisite at the second turn than at the first, though but a short interval had been allowed to elapse, it seemed odd that another bottle was not instantly called for.

Instead of this our landlord went on expatiating on the beauties of the Lough, and the fineness of the season in general, and the sunset in particular, for full five minutes after the wine had disappeared; when he suddenly said, with a half-hesitating tone, towards my English friend, who sat at his elbow---- "I beg your pardon! perhaps you would take some more wine ?" As no one made any objection, the bell was rung, and Tim re-appeared, bearing with him another bottle.

This likewise vanished in a trice, and Tim was again summoned.