It was fine old Madeira.

I had not been used to drink anything stronger than tea and coffee, and I found it mounting to my head.
"I will not allow that, Geoffrey--you must honour my toast." "I have done so, uncle, as far as I am able.

I have had enough wine." "Nonsense, boy! Don't you like it ?" "I hardly know.

It makes me feel giddy and queer." "Ha! ha! that's good"-- chuckling and rubbing his hands.
"If I take more just now, I shall certainly be tipsy." "What then ?" "It would be disgraceful.

In your presence, too." "What--were you never drunk ?" "Never, in my life." "How old are you ?" "Twenty." "And never intoxicated--well, that's a good joke.