On the desk before him stood a bottle of clear yellow wine, half-emptied.
Sidney looked up and smiled as Henry entered.

"Here I am in a vortex of crime and misrule," he said, "and I should have been out of my wits if it had not been for that wine.

There's another glass over there, Henry; get it and help yourself." "Guess I won't take any now, thank you," said Henry.

"It's just before supper." "Maybe you are wise," admitted the lawyer.

He slouched before Henry in untidy and unmended, but clean, Sunday attire.