"Pshaw! Don't worry, I'm all right. You don't think I'm drunk, do you?" He laughed harshly.
"N—no, but I don't like it."
"Forget it, Fan; nobody ever saw me drunk. I only get confidential, that's all. In vino veritas. There's a double meaning there. Exoteric and esoteric."
At this moment the waiter appeared with a stone bottle and two Chinese cups. "Mr. Dougal sent this over with his compliments. It's saké," he explained. Fancy kissed her hand to Dougal, and poured for herself and Cayley.
"Ugh! It's horrible!" she said. "Isn't it?"
"No, it's the real thing; I like it." Cayley drank it all and helped himself to more.
"Did you find out what you wanted to know?" said Fancy, proceeding with her dinner daintily.
"No, the row came just in time to queer the whole thing."
"Of course you know that if Dougal had had any idea it was me—"
"Oh, it wasn't Dougal, it was old man Payson—he caught on—"