Travers had slipped me just one shot of whiskey before the last act went on. He had tried to persuade me to drink more. He was in my dressing room....
I could hardly stand, from the weakness of excitement and exertion.
After the play was over—
"Now you can give me the rest of the bottle."
"We'll drink it together ... to your success, Gregory!"
"Yes—you devil!" I replied, fond of him, "you'd have had me reeling drunk, that last act, if I had listened to you."
And I gave him an affectionate clout in the ribs.