After he had drawn the cork and filled the glasses with the hissing, golden beverage, Stafford stammered thickly:
"That's—all for you—to-night."
"I must not wait?" inquired Oku.
"No! I'll ring—when I want you in the morning."
"Yes! Excuse, please. Excuse!"
The butler bowed himself out of the room and the millionaire, turning to his wife, pushed one of the glasses over to her. Then, raising his own glass to his lips, he gave her a toast:
"Here's to you, sweetheart!"
He drained the contents and put the glass down. As he did so he noticed that her glass was untouched.
"You didn't drink!" he exclaimed in a surprised, aggrieved tone.
"No," she replied firmly.