"Don't start getting excited again."
"Was I?"
"I should think you were indeed! Look at that brandy bottle."
He did as he was told, but was evidently still mystified as to exactly what had happened.
"Have I—been drinking?" he asked, with a chuckle.
"No! I had to pour the stuff down your throat."
"But why?"
"Because—my dear old great-grandfather—you nearly fainted."
"You don't say so! Good job it didn't happen in the States. I might have died!"
He treated the matter so flippantly that I found it difficult to keep my temper.