“I know. Why, he’s bordering on delirium tremens now.”
“My dear Rachel, how can you know anything about DT?”
“Do you think I’m a fool, Phineas?”
“No, my dear, I certainly don’t.”
“Then give me credit for having eyes in my head. I’d give anything to have that cellar bricked-up.”
“I should like a few dozen of that choice port and the old East Indian sherry first.”
“Pish! You’re better without.”
“I don’t know, Rachel. And there’s a fine old Madeira, too.”
“He is quite transforming the place. Why, he’s having a horrible gaming-table set up in the west room.”
“My dear, prejudiced old wife, you have one at home, so why should not he?”