"I see you are like me.

It's too hot for anything fiery.

Come with me." She led him into the dining-room, and pouring out a glass of iced tea handed it to him.

Poor Dick was not prepared for this terrible culmination.

Whiskey Dick and iced tea! But under pretence of seeing if it was properly flavored, Christie raised it to her own lips.
"Try it, to please me." He drained the goblet.
"Now, then," said Christie gayly, "let's find Jessie, and be off!".