When (as Brother Copas expressed it) they had "put from themselves the desire of meat and drink," he lit a pipe and smoked tranquilly, still now and again, however, sipping absent-mindedly at his thin claret.
"But you are not to drink more than half a bottle," Corona commanded.
"The rest we must carry home for supper." "So poor a vintage as this, once opened, will hardly bear the journey," he protested.

"But what are you saying about supper ?" "Why, you wouldn't leave poor old Daddy quite out of the birthday, I hope!.

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There's to be a supper to-night.