"By all means," answered Dalrymple, filling again. "By all means let us drink. I could not swallow that sweet stuff at Mendoza's. This is better. By all means let us drink as much as we can."
"That might mean a good deal," said Griggs, quickly, and he drained a third glass. "Were you ever drunk, Dalrymple?" he inquired gravely.
"No. I never was," answered the Scotchman.
"Nor I. This seems a fitting occasion for trying an experiment. We might try to get drunk."
"By all means, let us try," replied Dalrymple. "I have my doubts about the possibility of the thing, however."
"So have I."
They sat opposite to one another in silence for some minutes, each satisfied that the other was in earnest. Dalrymple solemnly filled the glasses and then leaned back in his chair.
"You did not seem much surprised by what I told you," he observed at last. "I suppose you expected it."
"Yes. It seemed natural enough, though it is not always the natural things that happen."
"I think they are suited to marry. Of course, Reanda is very much older, but he is comparatively a young man still."