"A very little gets into my head because I take it so seldom, and the manager is cross if one makes the least bit of a mistake.

Besides, I do not think that I like to drink wine.

If one does not take it at all, there is an excuse for never having anything when the girls ask you." He nodded sympathetically.
"I believe you are quite right," he said; "in a general way, at any rate.

Well, I will drink by myself to your brother's safe arrival in New York.

Are you ready ?" She glanced at the clock.
"I must be there in a quarter of an hour," she told him.
"I will drive you to the theatre," he said, "and then go round and fetch my ticket." As he waited for her in the reception hall of the restaurant, he took an evening paper from the stall.