“O, not at all,” I interrupted, as the sparkling water gushed from the spout and overflowed the cup.
I handed the cup to the nearest fair one, and she handed it to her companion.
“You drink,” said her companion.
“O, no; you,” said the fair one nearest me.
“No you drink first,” said the other.
“I won’t: you must drink first.” So, the one farthest from me took the cup and drank.
I describe this little episode in the incident, because I suppose it to be a scene entirely new, and one that no person ever saw any thing like before (?).
When the lovely one on the other side had drank, the lovely one on my side took the cup, which was yet half full, drank it off and handed me the vessel, with a sweet,
“Thank you.”
“Will you have some more?”