"Here is the punch, Max," said she.

It was steaming hot, in a large glass.

"Don't drink it all," said she; "leave me some." "How dark it is!" said the Count, eyeing it.
"It's the brandy," said Cat.
"Well, here goes! Squire, curse you! here's your health, and bad luck to you!" and he gulped off more than half the liquor at a draught.

But presently he put down the glass and cried, "What infernal poison is this, Cat ?" "Poison!" said she.

"It's no poison.