If you'll allow me I'll qualify it with a drop of gin.

Here, Puggy, Puggy!" He set the milk down before the dog; and, taking a flask out of his pocket, emptied it at a draught.

"That's something like!" he said, smacking his lips with an air of infinite relief.

"So sorry, Miss, to have given you all your trouble for nothing; it's my ignorance that's to blame, not me.
I couldn't know I was unworthy of genuine milk till I tried--could I?
And do you know," he proceeded, with his eyes directed slyly on the way back to the station, "I begin to think I'm not worthy of the fresh air, either.

A kind of longing seems to come over me for the London stink.
I'm home-sick already for the soot of my happy childhood and my own dear native mud.