Half of this is yours, Jeffreys; only help yourself quickly, man, or I may repent." He held out the bottle tremblingly and with a wince that spoke volumes.
"Take it.

I never went halves before, and perhaps I never shall again." Jeffreys took the bottle.

It was brandy.
"Half a tumbler of that, Jeffreys, will make another man of you.

It will send you into dreamland.

You'll forget there is such a thing as misery in the world.