“I wonder at that, now,” said the old man, sententiously.
“Wonder at it! And why so, father?—is it not admirable wine?”
“It's just for that reason, Davy; every sup I swallow sets me a-dreaming of wonderful notions,—things I know the next minute is quite impossible,—but I feel when the wine is on my lips as if they were all easy and practicable.”
“After all, father, just remember that you cannot imagine anything one half so strange as the change in our own actual condition. There you sit, with your own clear head, to remind you of when and how you began life, and here am I!—for I am, as sure as if I held my patent in my hand, the Right Honorable Lord Castledunn.”
“To your Lordship's good health and long life,” said the old man, fervently.
“And now to a worthier toast, father,—Lady Castledunn that is to be.”
“With all my heart. Lady Castledunn, whoever she is.”
“I said, 'that is to be,' father; and I have given you her name,—the Lady Augusta Arden.”