With a sigh he could not quite smother, he began to pour the contents into his glass, and then set it down abruptly, emitting a startled exclamation.
“What is the matter?” cried Julia sympathetically.
Her eyes (he was embarrassed to note) followed his every movement like a dog's, and her apprehension clearly was extreme.
“This seems to be water,” smiled the Count, with an effort to carry off their error as pleasantly for them as possible.
“Isn't it good water?” asked Julia with an air of concern.
It was the Count's turn to open his eyes.
“You have concluded then that I am a teetotaler?”
“Of course, we know you are!”
“If we may judge by your prefaces,” smiled Miss Minchell.
The Count began to realize the hazards that beset him; but his spirit stoutly rose to meet the shock of the occasion.