Then you'll know that there's no star like the red star of man that he lights on his hearthstone; no river like the red river of man, the good red wine, which you, Mr Rupert Grant, if I have any knowledge of you, will be drinking in two or three minutes in enormous quantities." Rupert and I exchanged glances of fear.

Basil went on heartily, as the wind died in the dreary trees.
"You'll find our host a much more simple kind of fellow in his own house.

I did when I visited him when he lived in the cabin at Yarmouth, and again in the loft at the city warehouse.

He's really a very good fellow.

But his greatest virtue remains what I said originally." "What do you mean ?" I asked, finding his speech straying towards a sort of sanity.