He went back to his place, and drank in long gulps, first saying:
“Our hands have met—our lips not yet—
Here’s hoping!”
Elsie sipped at her glass, choked, and put it down again. “How beastly!” she said, shuddering.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“No, I shan’t, because I’m not going to touch the horrid stuff again.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He came round beside her again, and held her with one arm while he tried to force the glass to her lips.
Elsie turned her head aside, struggling and laughing.
“You young monkey!” said the doctor, and forced her face upwards with his free hand.