"Did you notice what an amount he could drink, Duncan?
Man, and he carried it fine! But he'll be the better of a sleep-in in the morning, him coming from a journey too." Mr.Rentoul was a recognized authority on such questions, having, before the days of his affluence, travelled for a notable firm of distillers.
His praise of Lord Tulliwuddle's capacity was loudly echoed by Mr.
Gallosh, and even the ladies could not but indulgently agree that he had exhibited a strength of head worthy of his race.
"And yet he was a wee thing touched too," said Mr.Rentoul sagely.
"Maybe you were too far gone yourself, Duncan, to notice it, and the ladies would just think it was gallantry; but I saw it in his voice and his legs--oh, just a wee thingie, nothing to speak of." "Surely you are mistaken!" cried Miss Gallosh.

"Wasn't it only excitement at finding himself at Hechnahoul ?" "There's two kinds of excitement," answered the oracle.

"And this was the kind I'm best acquaint with.

Oh, but it was just a wee bittie." "And who thinks the worse of him for it ?" cried Mr.Gallosh.
This question was answered by general acclamation in a manner and with a spirit that proved how deeply his lordship's gracious behavior had laid hold of all hearts..