He drank it appreciatively and remarked that there was still no other he liked so well.
"I have some champagne for you, too.

I don't drink it myself, but I like to see it behave when it's poured.

There is nothing else that looks so jolly." "Thank you.

But I don't like it so well as this." Bartley held the yellow wine against the light and squinted into it as he turned the glass slowly about.

"You have traveled, you say.