If yesterday the steward had been able without warning of their coming to spread at short notice so excellent a feast, conceive what had been accomplished now by preparation.

Emptying his fourth and final bumper of rich red Douro, Mr.Butler paid his host the compliment of a sigh and pushed back his chair.
But Souza detained him, waving a hand that trembled with anxiety, and with anxiety stamped upon his benignly rotund and shaven countenance.
"An instant yet," he implored.

"Mr.Bearsley would never pardon me did I let you go without what he call a stirrup-cup to keep you from the ills that lurk in the wind of the Serra.

A glass--but one--of that Port you tasted yesterday.

I say but a glass, yet I hope you will do honour to the bottle.