"Fancy your thinking of it! I thought you scarcely ever touched wine ?" "I am not a crank," he replied.

"Sometimes my guests have told me that I have quite a reasonably good cellar for a man who takes so little himself.

To-night I am going to drink a glass of champagne." "Pommery!" she exclaimed.

"I hope you'll be able to open it." "That shall be my task," he promised.

"You needn't worry about flippers.