The orphan could not refuse so pressing an invitation.
He drained the glass, and as it came upon the top of several more, its effect upon him was not inconsiderable.
Intending to walk straight to the table, he walked, instead, extremely "slantindicular," till lurching up against the fountain as he passed it, he stumbled over its ledge, and fell with a splash into the middle of its basin.
Mr. Mole, with the best intentions in the world, rushed to his companion's rescue.
Before Mole could reach the orphan, his patent legs being still uncontrollable, and his head unsteady also, he fell backwards, smashing his wine bottle on the stones of the courtyard.
The scene was certainly ludicrous, and elicited much laughter from the spectators.
They, however, helped the orphan out of his accidental and very unwelcome bath, which, though it had drenched him, had also sobered him.
Mole was also assisted to re-assume an erect posture, and in a short time, both of them were sufficiently recovered to take their places at the table.
Mole and Figgins seemed somewhat struck by the warlike appearance of the place.
"What are you going to do with all that cutlery?" inquired Mr. Mole.