Vale.
Fact. You remember Bristow—Gordon Bristow?
Lukyn.
Perfectly. Best fellow in the world.
Vale.
He wears them.
Lukyn.
Villain! Will you begin with a light wine, or go right on to the champagne?
Vale.
By Jove, it’s broken my heart, old fellow. I’ll go right on to the champagne, please. Lukyn, I shall make you my executor.