"Come, drink up, Da Souza, drink up, girls! I've had a hard day and I want to forget for a bit that there's any such thing as work." Miss Montressor raised her glass and winked at her host.
"It don't take much drinking, this, General," she remarked, cheerily draining her glass! "Different to the 'pop' they give us down at the 'Star,' eh, Flossie?
Good old gooseberry I call that!" "Da Souza, look after Miss Flossie," Trent said.

"Why don't you fill her glass?
That's right!" "Hiram!" Da Souza removed his hand from the back of his neighbour's chair and endeavoured to look unconscious.

The girl tittered--Mrs.Da Souza was severely dignified.

Trent watched them all, half in amusement, half in disgust.

What a pandemonium! It was time indeed for him to get rid of them all.