You can't think how naturally Brother Manby went on dropping them; till by and by he told me what a mort of Americans came here to have a look around.

Then, of course, I saw how he must strike them as the real thing." Brother Copas under lowered eyebrows regarded the young face.

It was innocent and entirely serious.
"So I said," she went on, "that I came from America too, and it was a long way, and please would he hurry up with the bread and beer?
After that we made friends, and I had a good time." "Are you telling me that you spent the forenoon drinking beer in the porter's lodge ?" Corona's laugh was like the bubbling of water in a hidden well.
"It wasn't what you might call a cocktail," she confided.

"The tiredest traveller wouldn't ask for crushed ice to it, not with a solid William-the-Conqueror wall to lean against." Brother Copas admitted that the tenuity of the Wayfarer's Ale had not always escaped the Wayfarer's criticism.

He was about to explain that, in a country of vested interests, publicans and teetotallers agreed to require that beer supplied _gratis_ in the name of charity must be innocuous and unenticing.