Peter returned, carrying a bottle of champagne and a tumbler.
"Will this do?" he asked, and busied himself with the cork.
"Delicious," she replied, "but what about you?"
"Me?"
"Yes; you have brought only one glass."
"The only one I could get. There's a regular fight up there for crockery."
She laughed. "It must be horrible up there," she exclaimed.
"Dante's Inferno," he assented laconically.
He filled the glass till the froth bubbled over and gave it to her to drink, which she did with delight.
"Lovely," she exclaimed.